RSV Psalms 64 Chapter
64:1
To the choirmaster. A Psalm of David. Hear my voice, O God, in my complaint;preserve my life from dread of the enemy,
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hide me from the secret plots of the wicked, from the scheming of evildoers,
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who whet their tongues like swords, who aim bitter words like arrows,
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shooting from ambush at the blameless, shooting at him suddenly and without fear.
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They hold fast to their evil purpose;they talk of laying snares secretly, thinking, 'Who can see us?
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Who can search out our crimes? We have thought out a cunningly conceived plot.' For the inward mind and heart of a man are deep!
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But God will shoot his arrow at them;they will be wounded suddenly.
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Because of their tongue he will bring them to ruin;all who see them will wag their heads.
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Then all men will fear;they will tell what God has wrought, and ponder what he has done.
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Let the righteous rejoice in the LORD, and take refuge in him! Let all the upright in heart glory!