Psalms 64:1-7

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

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

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

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

⁵They encourage one another to do evil, planning how to secretly trap people, telling themselves, “Nobody will notice.”

⁶They plot wicked things. “What a great plan we've created!” they say. There are no limits to the depths to which human minds and thoughts can sink.

⁷But God will shoot them with arrows; all of a sudden they will be wounded.