64:1 To the Overseer. -- A Psalm of David. Hear, O God, my voice, in my meditation, From the fear of an enemy Thou keepest my life,

64:2 Hidest me from the secret counsel of evil doers, From the tumult of workers of iniquity.

64:3 Who sharpened as a sword their tongue, They directed their arrow -- a bitter word.

64:4 To shoot in secret places the perfect, Suddenly they shoot him, and fear not.

64:5 They strengthen for themselves an evil thing, They recount of the hiding of snares, They have said, `Who doth look at it?`

64:6 They search out perverse things, `We perfected a searching search,` And the inward part of man, and the heart [are] deep.

64:7 And God doth shoot them [with] an arrow, Sudden have been their wounds,

64:8 And they cause him to stumble, Against them [is] their own tongue, Every looker on them fleeth away.

64:9 And all men fear, and declare the work of God, And His deed they have considered wisely.