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Psalms 64

To the chief Musician. A Psalm of David.

1Hear, O God,myvoiceinmyplaint; preservemylife from fearoftheenemy:

2HidemefromthesecretH5341counselofevil-doers,fromthetumultuous crowdoftheworkersofiniquity,

3Whohavesharpenedtheirtongue likeasword, [and]haveaimedtheirarrow,abitter word;

4Thattheymayshootinsecret attheperfect: suddenly dotheyshoot at him,andfear not.

5Theyencourage themselvesinanevil matter,theyconcerttohide snares;theysay,Whowillseethem?

6Theydevise iniquities:Wehaveitready,theplanisdiligently soughtout.Andeach one's inward [thought]andheartisdeep.

7ButGodwillshootanarrowatthem: suddenlyaretheywounded;

8Bytheirowntonguetheyaremadetofalloveroneanother: allthatseethemshall flee away.

9Andallmenshallfear,andshalldeclare God's doing;andtheyshallwiselyconsiderH7200hiswork.

10TherighteousshallrejoiceinJehovah,andtrustinhim;andalltheuprightinheartshallglory.

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