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?* matter: or, speech† of…: Heb. to hide his snares
6 They search out iniquities; they accomplish a diligent search: both the inward thought of every one of them, and the heart, is deep.‡ they…: or, we are consumed by that which they have throughly searched§ a diligent…: Heb. a search searched
7 But God shall shoot at them with an arrow; suddenly shall they be wounded.** shall they…: Heb. their wound shall be
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.
*64.5 matter: or, speech
†64.5 of…: Heb. to hide his snares
‡64.6 they…: or, we are consumed by that which they have throughly searched
§64.6 a diligent…: Heb. a search searched
**64.7 shall they…: Heb. their wound shall be