Chapter Text
64:1 To him that excelleth. A Psalme of David. Heare my voyce, O God, in my prayer: preserue my life from feare of the enemie.
64:2 Hide me from the conspiracie of the wicked, and from the rage of the workers of iniquitie.
64:3 Which haue whette their tongue like a sword, and shot for their arrowes bitter wordes.
64:4 To shoote at the vpright in secrete: they shoote at him suddenly, and feare not.
64:5 They encourage themselues in a wicked purpose: they commune together to lay snares priuilie, and say, Who shall see them?
64:6 They haue sought out iniquities, and haue accomplished that which they sought out, euen euery one his secret thoughtes, and the depth of his heart.
64:7 But God will shoote an arrowe at them suddenly: their strokes shalbe at once.
64:8 They shall cause their owne tongue to fall vpon them: and whosoeuer shall see them, shall flee away.
64:9 And all men shall see it, and declare the worke of God, and they shall vnderstand, what he hath wrought.
64:10 But the righteous shall be glad in the Lord, and trust in him: and all that are vpright of heart, shall reioyce.