64
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?   
 6 They search out iniquities;  
They accomplish a diligent search:  
Both the inward thought of every one of them, and the heart, is deep.   
 7 But God shall shoot at them with an arrow;  
Suddenly shall they be wounded.   
 8 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.