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Psalm 64

To the chief Musician, A Psalm of David.

Hear my voice, O God, in my prayer:
preserve my life from fear of the enemy.
Hide me from the secret counsel of the wicked;
from the insurrection of the workers of iniquity:
who whet their tongue like a sword,
and bend their bows to shoot their arrows, even bitter words:
that they may shoot in secret at the perfect:
suddenly do they shoot at him, and fear not.
They encourage themselves in an evil matter:
they commune of laying snares privily;
they say, Who shall see them?
They search out iniquities; they accomplish a diligent search:
both the inward thought of every one of them, and the heart, is deep.

But God shall shoot at them
with an arrow; suddenly shall they be wounded.
So they shall make their own tongue to fall upon themselves:
all that see them shall flee away.
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.