Hide Me from the Wicked
64To the Chief Musician. A Psalm of David. Hear my voice, O God, in my complaint; guard my life from fear of the enemy.
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Hide me from the council of those who injure, from the rebelling of the workers of iniquity,
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who sharpen their tongue like a sword, they tread their arrows, even a bitter word,
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so that they may shoot at the blameless one from a lurking place; suddenly they shoot at him, and fear not.
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They encourage themselves in an evil plan; they talk of laying snares secretly; they say, Who shall see them?
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They search out injustice, saying, We have finished hiding a hidden plot. Yea, the inward part of man and the heart are deep.
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But God shall shoot at them with an arrow; suddenly they shall be wounded.
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So they shall be confounded; their tongue falls on themselves; everyone seeing them shall flee.
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And all men shall fear, and shall declare the work of God; for they shall in wisdom think of His doing.
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The righteous shall be glad in Jehovah, and shall trust in Him; and all the upright in heart shall glory.