Psalms 64 / 150
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(Hide Me from the Wicked)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 throng 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 them?"
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They search out injustice,
saying, "We have accomplished a diligent search."
For the inward mind and heart of a man are deep!
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But God shoots his arrow at them;
they are wounded suddenly.
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They are brought to ruin, with their own tongues turned against them;
all who see them will wag their heads.
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Then all mankind fears;
they tell what God has brought about
and ponder what he has done.
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Let the righteous one rejoice in the Lord
and take refuge in him!
Let all the upright in heart exult!