64:1 To
the
chiefe
musician,
a
Psalme
of
Dauid.
Heare
my
voice,
O
God,
in
my
praier;
preserue
my
life
from
feare
of
the
enemie.
64:2 Hide
me
from
the
secret
counsel
of
the
wicked:
from
the
insurrection
of
the
workers
of
iniquitie:
64:3 Who
whet
their
tongue
like
a
sword,
and
bend
their
bowes
to
shoote
their
arrowes,
euen
bitter
words:
64:4 That
they
may
shoote
in
secret
at
the
perfect:
suddenly
doe
they
shoote
at
him,
and
feare
not.
64:5 They
incourage
themselues
in
an
euill
matter:
they
commune
of
laying
snares
priuily;
they
say,
Who
shall
see
them
64:6 They
search
out
iniquities,
they
accomplish
a
diligent
search:
both
the
inward
thought
of
euery
one
of
them,
and
the
heart,
is
deepe.
64:7 But
God
shall
shoote
at
them:
with
an
arrowe,
sodenly
shall
they
be
wounded.
64:8 So
they
shall
make
their
owne
tongue
to
fall
vpon
themselues:
all
that
see
them,
shall
flee
away.
64:9 And
all
men
shall
feare,
and
shall
declare
the
worke
of
God;
for
they
shall
wisely
consider
of
his
doing.
64:10 The
righteous
shalbe
glad
in
the
Lord,
and
shall
trust
in
him;
and
all
the
vpright
in
heart
shall
glory.
