Mazmur 64

1TO THE OVERSEER. A PSALM OF DAVID. Hear, O God, my voice, in my meditation, || You keep my life from the fear of an enemy, 2Hide me from the secret counsel of evildoers, || From the tumult of workers of iniquity. 3Who sharpened their tongue as a sword, || They directed their arrow—a bitter word. 4To shoot the perfect in secret places, || Suddenly they shoot him, and do not fear. 5They strengthen an evil thing for themselves, || They recount of the hiding of snares, || They have said, “Who looks at it?” 6They search out perverse things, “We perfected a searching search,” || And the inward part of man, and the heart, [are] deep. 7And God shoots them [with] an arrow, || Their wounds have been sudden, 8And they cause him to stumble, || Their own tongue [is] against them, || Every looker on them flees away. 9And all men fear, and declare the work of God, || And they have wisely considered His deed.