To the chief Musician, A Psalm of David.
1 Hear my voice, O God, in my prayer: preserve my life from fear of the enemy. 2 Hide me from the secret counsel of the wicked; from the insurrection of the workers of iniquity: 3 Who whet their tongue like a sword, and bend their bows to shoot their arrows, even bitter words: 4 That they may shoot in secret at the perfect: suddenly do they shoot at him, and fear not. 5 They encourage themselves in an evil matter: they commune of laying snares privily; they say, Who shall see them?** 64.5 matter: or, speech64.5 of…: Heb. to hide his snares6 They search out iniquities; they accomplish a diligent search: both the inward thought of every one of them, and the heart, is deep.** 64.6 they…: or, we are consumed by that which they have throughly searched64.6 a diligent…: Heb. a search searched7 But God shall shoot at them with an arrow; suddenly shall they be wounded.* 64.7 shall they…: Heb. their wound shall be8 So they shall make their own tongue to fall upon themselves: all that see them shall flee away. 9 And all men shall fear, and shall declare the work of God; for they shall wisely consider of his doing. 10 The righteous shall be glad in the LORD, and shall trust in him; and all the upright in heart shall glory.