Psalm 64

Come hear my voice, O God, in my complaint;
And guard my life from dreaded enemies,
To hide me from the schemes of evil men,
From all the tumult of iniquities,

From those whose sharpened tongue, a slashing sword,
Sends bitter speech, an arrow strung and aimed
To take my life, to shoot the blameless; they
Have no regard for fearing God, but strained

In secrecy to set a snare for me,
And think that they can get away with sin;
But You will shoot them with an arrow straight
And wound and pierce them through; they curse again

Themselves–not me or You–caught in the snare
They set; and showing folly of their aim,
They make all shake their heads in right reproach
And turn to You from every lesser name,

Considering the deeds of Your right hand,
The mighty works through ages You have wrought,
The righteous to preserve in refuge glad
But all Your enemies to bring to naught.

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Based on Psalm 64