Psalms 64:1-8 ▼

1 Unto the end, a psalm for David. Hear, O God, my prayer, when I make supplication to thee : deliver my soul from the fear of the enemy.

2 Thou hast protected me from the assembly of the malignant; from the multitude of the workers of iniquity.

3 For they have whetted their tongues like a sword; they have bent their bow a bitter thing,

4 to shoot in secret the undefiled.

5 They will shoot at him on a sudden, and will not fear: they are resolute in wickedness. They have talked of hiding snares; they have said: Who shall see them?

6 They have searched after iniquities: they have failed in their search. Man shall come to a deep heart:

7 and God shall be exalted. The arrows of children are their wounds:

8 and their tongues against them are made weak. All that saw them were troubled;