Psalm 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?ss6 They search out iniquities; they accomplish a diligent search: both the inward thought of every one of them, and the heart, is deep.ss

7 But God shall shoot at them with an arrow; suddenly shall they be wounded.s8 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.

Psalm 64

A David Psalm

1 Listen and help, O God. I'm reduced to a whine And a whimper, obsessed with feelings of doomsday.
2-6 Don't let them find me— the conspirators out to get me, Using their tongues as weapons, flinging poison words, poison-tipped arrow-words. They shoot from ambush, shoot without warning, not caring who they hit. They keep fit doing calisthenics of evil purpose, They keep lists of the traps they've secretly set. They say to each other, "No one can catch us, no one can detect our perfect crime." The Detective detects the mystery in the dark of the cellar heart.
7-8 The God of the Arrow shoots! They double up in pain, Fall flat on their faces in full view of the grinning crowd.
9-10 Everyone sees it. God's work is the talk of the town. Be glad, good people! Fly to God! Good-hearted people, make praise your habit.