Psalm 64

English Standard Version

Hide Me from the Wicked

To the choirmaster. A Psalm of David.

64 Hear my voice, O God, in my ^(A)complaint;
    preserve my life from dread of the enemy.
²Hide me from ^(B)the secret plots of the wicked,
    from the throng of evildoers,
³who ^(C)whet their tongues like swords,
    who ^(D)aim bitter words like arrows,
⁴shooting from ^(E)ambush at the blameless,
    shooting at him suddenly and ^(F)without fear.
⁵They ^(G)hold fast to their evil purpose;
    they talk of ^(H)laying snares secretly,
thinking, ^(I)“Who can see them?”
⁶    They search out injustice,
saying, “We have accomplished a diligent search.”
    For ^(J)the inward mind and heart of a man are deep.

⁷^(K)But God shoots his arrow at them;
    they are wounded suddenly.
⁸They are brought to ruin, with their own ^(L)tongues turned against them;
    all who ^(M)see them will ^(N)wag their heads.
⁹Then all mankind ^(O)fears;
    they ^(P)tell what God has brought about
    and ponder what he has done.