Psalms 64:1-8

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

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

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

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

⁵They encourage themselves in an evil matter, they concert to hide snares; they say, Who will see them?

⁶They devise iniquities: We have it ready, the plan is diligently sought out. And each one's inward thought and heart is deep.

⁷But God will shoot an arrow at them: suddenly are they wounded;

⁸By their own tongue they are made to fall over one another: all that see them shall flee away.