Psalms 64 — AAB

The Hurtful Tongue

For the choirmaster. A Psalm of David.

64Verse 1Hear, O God, my voice of complaint;preserve my life from dread of the enemy.^{Verse 2}Hide me from the scheming of the wicked,from the mob of workers of iniquity,^{Verse 3}who sharpen their tongues like swordsand aim their bitter words like arrows,^{Verse 4}ambushing the innocent in seclusion,shooting suddenly, without fear.^{Verse 5}They hold fast to their evil purpose;they speak of hiding their snares.
“Who will see them?” they say.^{Verse 6}They devise injustice and say,“We have perfected a secret plan.”
For the inner man and the heart are mysterious.^{Verse 7}But God will shoot them with arrows;suddenly they will be wounded.^{Verse 8}They will be made to stumble,their own tongues turned against them.
All who see will shake their heads.^{Verse 9}Then all mankind will fearand proclaim the work of God;
so they will ponder what He has done.^{Verse 10}Let the righteous rejoice in the LORDand take refuge in Him;
let all the upright in heart exult.