PS 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,
PS 64:2 Hidest me from the secret counsel of evil doers, From the tumult of workers of iniquity.
PS 64:3 Who sharpened as a sword their tongue, They directed their arrow -- a bitter word.
PS 64:4 To shoot in secret places the perfect, Suddenly they shoot him, and fear not.
PS 64:5 They strengthen for themselves an evil thing, They recount of the hiding of snares, They have said, `Who doth look at it?'
PS 64:6 They search out perverse things, `We perfected a searching search,' And the inward part of man, and the heart `are' deep.
PS 64:7 And God doth shoot them `with' an arrow, Sudden have been their wounds,
PS 64:8 And they cause him to stumble, Against them `is' their own tongue, Every looker on them fleeth away.
PS 64:9 And all men fear, and declare the work of God, And His deed they have considered wisely.
PS 64:10 The righteous doth rejoice in Jehovah, And hath trusted in Him, And boast themselves do all the upright of heart!