64:1 [To the choirmaster. A Psalm of David.] Hear my voice, O God, in my complaint; preserve my life from dread of the enemy. 64:2 Hide me from the secret plots of the wicked, from the throng of evildoers, 64:3 who whet their tongues like swords, who aim bitter words like arrows, 64:4 shooting from ambush at the blameless, shooting at him suddenly and without fear. 64:5 They hold fast to their evil purpose; they talk of laying snares secretly, thinking, "Who can see them" 64:6 They search out injustice, saying, "We have accomplished a diligent search." For the inward mind and heart of a man are deep! 64:7 But God shoots his arrow at them; they are wounded suddenly. 64:8 They are brought to ruin, with their own tongues turned against them; all who see them will wag their heads. 64:9 Then all mankind fears; they tell what God has brought about and ponder what he has done. 64:10 Let the righteous one rejoice in the LORD and take refuge in him! Let all the upright in heart exult!