Psalm 64
For the director of music. A psalm of David.
O God, hear this prayerful complaint that I've brought;
protect me from fear of my foe.
And hide me from schemes that the evil men plot,
the tumult the wicked bestow.
They sharpen their tongues like the swords that they wield;
like arrows, their slander is aimed.
They shoot at the blameless from where they're concealed;
from ambush they shoot, unrestrained.
Encouraging others to lend them a hand;
they say, Who sees us as we creep?
Devising injustice, perfecting their plan;
the heart and mind's cunning and deep.
But God will himself with his own arrows shoot,
and suddenly wound them instead.
They'll stumble on words that their own tongues refute;
those watching with scorn shake their head.
With fear, men declare all the wonders God's wrought,
and ponder his deeds and his ways.
Men glad in the LORD in whom shelter is sought;
the upright in heart offer praise.
O God, hear this prayerful complaint that I've brought;
protect me from fear of my foe.
And hide me from schemes that the evil men plot,
the tumult the wicked bestow.
They sharpen their tongues like the swords that they wield;
like arrows, their slander is aimed.
They shoot at the blameless from where they're concealed;
from ambush they shoot, unrestrained.
Encouraging others to lend them a hand;
they say, Who sees us as we creep?
Devising injustice, perfecting their plan;
the heart and mind's cunning and deep.
But God will himself with his own arrows shoot,
and suddenly wound them instead.
They'll stumble on words that their own tongues refute;
those watching with scorn shake their head.
With fear, men declare all the wonders God's wrought,
and ponder his deeds and his ways.
Men glad in the LORD in whom shelter is sought;
the upright in heart offer praise.
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