Psalms 64:1-4 in English

¹ For the Chief Musician. A Psalm of David. Hear my voice, O God, in my complaint: Preserve my life from fear of the enemy.

² Hide me from the secret counsel of evil-doers, From the tumult of the workers of iniquity;

³ Who have whet their tongue like a sword, And have aimed their arrows, even bitter words,

⁴ That they may shoot in secret places at the perfect: Suddenly do they shoot at him, and fear not.

¹ For the end, a Psalm and Song of David.

² Praise becomes thee, O God, in Sion; and to thee shall the vow be performed.

³ Hear my prayer; to thee all flesh shall come.

⁴ The words of transgressors have overpowered us; but do thou pardon our sins.

¹ To the chief Musician, A Psalm of David. Hear my voice, O God, in my prayer: preserve my life from fear of the enemy.

² Hide me from the secret counsel of the wicked; from the insurrection of the workers of iniquity:

³ Who whet their tongue like a sword, and bend their bows to shoot their arrows, even bitter words:

⁴ That they may shoot in secret at the perfect: suddenly do they shoot at him, and fear not.

¹ To the chief Musician, A Psalm of David. Hear my voice, O God, in my prayer: preserve my life from fear of the enemy.

² Hide me from the secret counsel of the wicked; from the insurrection of the workers of iniquity:

³ Who whet their tongue like a sword, and bend their bows to shoot their arrows, even bitter words:

⁴ That they may shoot in secret at the perfect: suddenly do they shoot at him, and fear not.

¹ (65) For the end, a Psalm and Song of David. Praise becomes you, O God, in Sion; and to you shall the vow be performed.

² Hear my prayer; to you all flesh shall come.

³ The words of transgressors have overpowered us; but do you pardon our sins.

⁴ Blessed is he whom you have chosen and adopted; he shall dwell in your courts; we shall be filled with the good things of your house; your temple is holy.

¹ For the Chief Musician. A Psalm of David. Hear my voice, O God, in my complaint: preserve my life from fear of the enemy.

² Hide me from the secret counsel of evil-doers; from the tumult of the workers of iniquity:

³ Who have whet their tongue like a sword, and have aimed their arrows, even bitter words:

⁴ That they may shoot in secret places at the perfect: suddenly do they shoot at him, and fear not.

¹ God, listen to me as I tell you the things that I am worried about. I am afraid of my enemies; so save/rescue me from them.

² Protect me from what wicked men are planning to do to me; protect me from that gang of men who do what is evil.

³ The hostile things they say MTY are like SIM sharp swords; their cruel words are like SIM arrows.

⁴ Without being afraid, they lie about people and slander people who have not done what is wrong, like someone who suddenly jumps up from where he is hiding and shoots arrows at his enemy MET.

¹ (65) For the end, a Psalm and Song of David. Praise becomes you, O God, in Sion; and to you shall the vow be performed.

² Hear my prayer; to you all flesh shall come.

³ The words of transgressors have overpowered us; but do you pardon our sins.

⁴ Blessed is he whom you have chosen and adopted; he shall dwell in your courts; we shall be filled with the good things of your house; your temple is holy.

¹ For the Chief Musician. A Psalm by David. Hear my voice, God, in my complaint. Preserve my life from fear of the enemy.

² Hide me from the conspiracy of the wicked, from the noisy crowd of the ones doing evil;

³ who sharpen their tongue like a sword, and aim their arrows, deadly words,

⁴ to shoot innocent men from ambushes. They shoot at him suddenly and fearlessly.

¹ For the Chief Musician. A Psalm by David. Hear my voice, God, in my complaint. Preserve my life from fear of the enemy.

² Hide me from the conspiracy of the wicked, from the noisy crowd of the ones doing evil;

³ who sharpen their tongue like a sword, and aim their arrows, deadly words,

⁴ to shoot innocent men from ambushes. They shoot at him suddenly and fearlessly.

¹ For the Chief Musician. A Psalm by David. Hear my voice, God, in my complaint. Preserve my life from fear of the enemy.

² Hide me from the conspiracy of the wicked, from the noisy crowd of the ones doing evil;

³ who sharpen their tongue like a sword, and aim their arrows, deadly words,

⁴ to shoot innocent men from ambushes. They shoot at him suddenly and fearlessly.

¹ To the chief music-maker. A Psalm. Of David. O God, let the voice of my grief come to your ear: keep my life from the fear of those who are against me.

² Keep me safe from the secret purpose of wrongdoers; from the band of the workers of evil;

³ Who make their tongues sharp like a sword, and whose arrows are pointed, even bitter words;

⁴ So that in secret they may let loose their arrows at the upright, suddenly and unseen.

¹ To the chief Musician. A Psalm of David. Hear, O God, my voice in my plaint; preserve my life from fear of the enemy:

² Hide me from the secret counsel of evil-doers, from the tumultuous crowd of the workers of iniquity,

³ Who have sharpened their tongue like a sword, and have aimed their arrow, a bitter word;

⁴ That they may shoot in secret at the perfect: suddenly do they shoot at him, and fear not.

¹ To the end, a psalm of David. The canticle of Jeremias and Ezechiel to the people of the captivity, when they began to go out.

² A Hymn, O God, becometh thee in Sion: and a vow shall be paid to thee in Jerusalem.

³ O hear my prayer: all flesh shall come to thee.

⁴ The words of the wicked have prevailed over us: and thou wilt pardon our transgressions.

¹ For the music director. A psalm of David. God, please listen to my complaint. Protect me because my enemies scare me.

² Shelter me from the plots of the wicked, from this evil mob.

³ What they say cuts like swords; they fire off poisonous words like arrows.

⁴ They shoot from their hiding places at innocent people—doing this without warning, not afraid of being caught.

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.

² Hide me from the conspiracie of the wicked, and from the rage of the workers of iniquitie.

³ Which haue whette their tongue like a sword, and shot for their arrowes bitter wordes.

⁴ To shoote at the vpright in secrete: they shoote at him suddenly, and feare not.

¹ (64-1) For the Leader. A Psalm of David. (64-2) Hear my voice, O God, in my complaint; preserve my life from the terror of the enemy.

² (64-3) Hide me from the council of evil-doers; from the tumult of the workers of iniquity;

³ (64-4) Who have whet their tongue like a sword, and have aimed their arrow, a poisoned word;

⁴ (64-5) That they may shoot in secret places at the blameless; suddenly do they shoot at him, and fear not.

¹ To the chief Musician, A Psalm of David. Hear my voice, O God, in my prayer: Preserve my life from fear of the enemy.

² Hide me from the secret counsel of the wicked; From the insurrection of the workers of iniquity:

³ Who whet their tongue like a sword, And bend their bows to shoot their arrows, even bitter words:

⁴ That they may shoot in secret at the perfect: Suddenly do they shoot at him, and fear not.

¹ “To the chief musician, a psalm of David.” (64:2) Hear my voice, O God, in my complaint: preserve my life from the dread of the enemy.

² (64:3) Hide me from the secret counsel of evil-doers, from the tumultuous assault of the workers of wickedness;

³ (64:4) Who whet their tongue like a sword, who aim with their arrow, the bitter word:

⁴ (64:5) To shoot in secret at the innocent; suddenly do they shoot at him, and fear not.

¹ For the end, a Psalm and Song of David.

² Praise becomes thee, O God, in Zion; And to thee shall the vow be performed.

³ Hear my prayer; To thee all flesh shall come.

⁴ The words of transgressors have overpowered us; But do thou pardon our sins.

¹ “For the leader of the music. A psalm of David.” Hear my voice, O God! when I pray! Preserve my life from the terrors of the enemy!

² Hide me from the assembly of the wicked, From the brawling crowd of evil-doers!

³ For like a sword they sharpen their tongues, Like arrows they aim their poisoned words,

⁴ To shoot in secret at the upright; Suddenly do they shoot at him without fear.

¹ For the leader. A psalm of David. Hear, O my God, the voice of my lament: guard my life from the foe who affrights me.

² Hide me from villains who secretly plot, from the blustering throng of the workers of evil,

³ who have sharpened their tongue like a sword, and aimed bitter words like arrows,

⁴ which from ambush they launch at the blameless, shooting swiftly and unafraid.

¹ For the leader. A psalm of David. Hear, O my God, the voice of my lament: guard my life from the foe who affrights me.

² Hide me from villains who secretly plot, from the blustering throng of the workers of evil,

³ who have sharpened their tongue like a sword, and aimed bitter words like arrows,

⁴ which from ambush they launch at the blameless, shooting swiftly and unafraid.

¹ Sh'ma ·Hear obey· my voice, God, in my complaint. Preserve my life from fear of the enemy.

² Hide me from the conspiracy of the wicked, from the noisy crowd of the ones doing evil;

³ who sharpen their tongue like a sword, and aim their arrows, deadly words,

⁴ to shoot innocent men from ambushes. They shoot at him suddenly and fearlessly.

¹ For the chief musician. A psalm of David. Hear my voice, God, listen to my complaint; preserve my life from fear of my enemies.

² Hide me from the secret plotting of evildoers, from the commotion of the doers of iniquity.

³ They have sharpened their tongues like swords; they have aimed their arrows, bitter words,

⁴ so that they may shoot from secret places at someone who is innocent; suddenly they shoot at him and fear nothing.

¹ For the Chief Musician. A Psalm by David. Hear my voice, God, in my complaint. Preserve my life from fear of the enemy.

² Hide me from the conspiracy of the wicked, from the noisy crowd of the ones doing evil;

³ who sharpen their tongue like a sword, and aim their arrows, deadly words,

⁴ to shoot innocent men from ambushes. They shoot at him suddenly and fearlessly.

¹ For the Chief Musician. A Psalm by David. Hear my voice, God, in my complaint. Preserve my life from fear of the enemy.

² Hide me from the conspiracy of the wicked, from the noisy crowd of the ones doing evil;

³ who sharpen their tongue like a sword, and aim their arrows, deadly words,

⁴ to shoot innocent men from ambushes. They shoot at him suddenly and fearlessly.

¹ To the chief Musician, a Psalm of David. Hear my voice, O God, in my prayer: preserve my life from fear of the enemy.

² Hide me from the secret counsel of the wicked; from the insurrection of the workers of iniquity:

³ Who whet their tongue like a sword, and bend their bows to shoot their arrows, even bitter words:

⁴ That they may shoot in secret at the perfect: suddenly do they shoot at him, and fear not.

¹ For the Chief Musician. A Psalm by David. Hear my voice, God, in my complaint. Preserve my life from fear of the enemy.

² Hide me from the conspiracy of the wicked, from the noisy crowd of the ones doing evil;

³ who sharpen their tongue like a sword, and aim their arrows, deadly words,

⁴ to shoot innocent men from ambushes. They shoot at him suddenly and fearlessly.

¹ For the Chief Musician. A Psalm by David. Hear my voice, God, in my complaint. Preserve my life from fear of the enemy.

² Hide me from the conspiracy of the wicked, from the noisy crowd of the ones doing evil;

³ who sharpen their tongue like a sword, and aim their arrows, deadly words,

⁴ to shoot innocent men from ambushes. They shoot at him suddenly and fearlessly.

¹ To victory, the psalm of David. God, hear thou my prayer, when I beseech; deliver thou my soul from dread of the enemy.

² Thou hast defended me from the covent or convent of evil-doers; from the multitude of them that work wickedness.

³ For they sharpened their tongues as a sword, they bend their bow, a bitter thing;

⁴ for to shoot in huddles, or privates, him that is unwemmed. Suddenly they shall shoot him, and they shall not dread;

¹ To victory, the psalm of David. God, hear thou my prayer, when I beseech; deliver thou my soul from dread of the enemy. (For the choirmaster, a song by David. God, hear thou my prayer, when I beseech thee; save thou me from the threats of my enemies.)

² Thou hast defended me from the covent of evil-doers; from the multitude of them that work wickedness. (Thou hast protected me from the plots of the evil-doers; yea, from the many who do evil.)

³ For they sharpened their tongues as a sword, they bend their bow, a bitter thing; (For they sharpened their tongues like swords, yea, they bent their bows, and shot out bitter words;)

⁴ for to shoot in huddles, or privates, him that is unwemmed. Suddenly they shall shoot him, and they shall not dread; (to secretly attack he who is without blemish, or without fault. Suddenly they shall shoot at him, and they shall not fear;)

¹ To the Overseer. — A Psalm of David. Hear, O God, my voice, in my meditation, From the fear of an enemy Thou keepest my life,

² Hidest me from the secret counsel of evil doers, From the tumult of workers of iniquity.

³ Who sharpened as a sword their tongue, They directed their arrow — a bitter word.

⁴ To shoot in secret places the perfect, Suddenly they shoot him, and fear not.