Salmos 64

1 «To the chief Musician, A Psalm of David.» Hear my voice, O God, in my prayer: preserve my life from fear of the enemy.

2 Hide me from the secret counsel of the wicked; from the insurrection of the workers of iniquity:

3 Who whet their tongue like a sword, [and] bend [their bows to shoot] their arrows, [even] bitter words:

4 That they may shoot in secret at the perfect: suddenly do they shoot at him, and fear not.

5 They encourage themselves [in] an evil matter: they commune of laying snares privily; they say, Who shall see them?

6 They search out iniquities; they accomplish a diligent search: both the inward [thought] of every one [of them], and the heart, [is] deep.

7 But God will shoote an arrowe at them suddenly: their strokes shalbe at once.

8 So they shall make their own tongue to fall upon themselves: all that see them shall flee away.

9 And all men shall see it, and declare the worke of God, and they shall vnderstand, what he hath wrought.

10 The righteous shall be glad in the LORD, and shall trust in him; and all the upright in heart shall glory.