Salmi 64

1Hear, O my God, the voice of my lament: my life from the dread of the foe. 2Hide me from villains who secretly plot, from the blustering throng of the workers of evil, 3who have sharpened their tongue like a sword, and aimed bitter words like arrows, 4which from ambush they launch at the blameless, and unafraid. 5They strengthen their wicked purpose, they tell of the snares they have hidden, they say to themselves, “Who can see?” 6They think out their crimes full cunningly hidden deep in their crafty hearts. 7But God with his arrow will shoot them, shall they be smitten. 8For their tongue he will bring them to ruin, will shudder with horror at the sight of them. 9Then every person, touched to awe, as they ponder what God has wrought, will tell the tale of his deeds.