| Chapter 64 |
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To the Overseer. -- A Psalm of David. Hear, O God, my voice, in my meditation, From the fear of an enemy Thou keepest my life, |
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Hidest me from the secret counsel of evil doers, From the tumult of workers of iniquity. |
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Who sharpened as a sword their tongue, They directed their arrow -- a bitter word. |
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To shoot in secret places the perfect, Suddenly they shoot him, and fear not. |
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They strengthen for themselves an evil thing, They recount of the hiding of snares, They have said, `Who doth look at it?` |
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They search out perverse things, `We perfected a searching search,` And the inward part of man, and the heart are deep. |
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And God doth shoot them with an arrow, Sudden have been their wounds, |
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And they cause him to stumble, Against them is their own tongue, Every looker on them fleeth away. |
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And all men fear, and declare the work of God, And His deed they have considered wisely. |
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The righteous doth rejoice in Jehovah, And hath trusted in Him, And boast themselves do all the upright of heart! |
