1 To the chief musician, a psalm of David.(64:2) Hear my voice, O God, in my complaint: preserve my life from the dread of the enemy.2 (64:3) Hide me from the secret counsel of evil–doers, from the tumultuous assault of the workers of wickedness;3 (64:4) Who whet their tongue like a sword, who aim with their arrow, the bitter word:4 (64:5) To shoot in secret at the innocent; suddenly do they shoot at him, and fear not.5 (64:6) They encourage themselves in an evil plan; they tell secretly of laying snares: they say, Who will see them?6 (64:7) They search out iniquities; "We are ready with the carefully searched out device:" and the inward thought and heart of each is deeply hidden.7 (64:8) But God shooteth at them suddenly his arrow; ––thence are come their wounds.8 (64:9) And their own tongues will stumble over themselves: all that look on them will shake their head.9 (64:10) All men shall fear, and shall declare the deeds of God, and understand his works.10 (64:11) The righteous shall rejoice in the Lord, and shall trust in him; and all the upright in heart shall glorify themselves.