For the director of music. A psalm of David.
64 1 Hear my voice, my Father, in my lament; guard my life from the terror of the enemy. 2 Hide me from the secret scheming of the wicked, from the noisy crowd of those who do evil. 3 They sharpen their tongues like swords; they aim their bitter words like arrows, 4 to shoot from ambush at the blameless; they shoot at him suddenly and without fear. 5 They hold fast to their evil purpose; they talk of hiding snares and say, "Who will see them?"
6 They plot injustice and say, "We have perfected a well-devised plan." A person's inner thoughts and heart are deep. 7 But our Father will shoot them with an arrow; suddenly they will be wounded. 8 They are made to stumble; their own tongues turn against them; all who see them will shake their heads.
9 Then everyone will fear; they will proclaim the work of our Father and ponder what he has done. 10 Let the righteous rejoice in our Father and take refuge in him; let all the upright in heart shout for joy!