Psalms.
64.
To the chief Musician. A Psalm of David. Hear, O God, my voice in my plaint; preserve my life from fear of the enemy: 
Hide me from the secret counsel of evil-doers, from the tumultuous crowd of the workers of iniquity, 
Who have sharpened their tongue like a sword, and have aimed their arrow, a bitter word; 
That they may shoot in secret at the perfect: suddenly do they shoot at him, and fear not. 
They encourage themselves in an evil matter, they concert to hide snares; they say, Who will see them? 
They devise iniquities: We have it ready, the plan is diligently sought out. And each one's inward thought and heart is deep. 
But God will shoot an arrow at them: suddenly are they wounded; 
By their own tongue they are made to fall over one another: all that see them shall flee away. 
And all men shall fear, and shall declare God's doing; and they shall wisely consider his work. 
The righteous shall rejoice in Jehovah, and trust in him; and all the upright in heart shall glory.