64:1 {To the chief Musician. A Psalm of David.} Hear, O God, my voice in my plaint; preserve my life from fear of the enemy:

64:2 Hide me from the secret counsel of evil-doers, from the tumultuous crowd of the workers of iniquity,

64:3 Who have sharpened their tongue like a sword, [and] have aimed their arrow, a bitter word;

64:4 That they may shoot in secret at the perfect: suddenly do they shoot at him, and fear not.

64:5 They encourage themselves in an evil matter, they concert to hide snares; they say, Who will see them?

64:6 They devise iniquities: We have it ready, the plan is diligently sought out. And each one`s inward [thought] and heart is deep.

64:7 But God will shoot an arrow at them: suddenly are they wounded;

64:8 By their own tongue they are made to fall over one another: all that see them shall flee away.

64:9 And all men shall fear, and shall declare God`s doing; and they shall wisely consider his work.