Salmos 64

1 To the chief musician, a psalm of David. Hear my voice, O God, in my complaint: preserve my life from the dread of the enemy.

2 Hide me from the secret counsel of evil–doers, from the tumultuous assault of the workers of wickedness;

3 Who whet their tongue like a sword, who aim with their arrow, the bitter word:

4 To shoot in secret at the innocent; suddenly do they shoot at him, and fear not.

5 They encourage themselves in an evil plan; they tell secretly of laying snares: they say, Who will see them?

6 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 But God shooteth at them suddenly his arrow; ––thence are come their wounds.

8 And their own tongues will stumble over themselves: all that look on them will shake their head.

9 All men shall fear, and shall declare the deeds of God, and understand his works.

10 The righteous shall rejoice in the Lord, and shall trust in him; and all the upright in heart shall glorify themselves.