Psalm 64

To the chief Musician, A Psalm of David.

1        When I to thee my prayer make,

                   Lord, to my voice give ear;

          My life save from the enemy,

                   of whom I stand in fear.

2        Me from their secret counsel hide

                   who do live wickedly;

          From insurrection of those men

                   that work iniquity:

3        Who do their tongues with malice whet,

                   and make them cut like swords;

          In whose bent bows are arrows set,

                   ev'n sharp and bitter words:

4        That they may at the perfect man

                   in secret aim their shot;

          Yea, suddenly they dare at him

                   to shoot, and fear it not.

5        In ill encourage they themselves,

                   and their snares close do lay:

          Together conference they have;

                   Who shall them see? they say.

6        They have search'd out iniquities,

                   a perfect search they keep:

          Of each of them the inward thought,

                   and very heart, is deep.

7        God shall an arrow shoot at them,

                   and wound them suddenly:

8        So their own tongue shall them confound;

                   all who them see shall fly.

9        And on all men a fear shall fall,

                   God's works they shall declare;

          For they shall wisely notice take

                   what these his doings are.

10      In God the righteous shall rejoice,

                   and trust upon his might;

          Yea, they shall greatly glory all

                   in heart that are upright.