Psalms Capítulo 64

¹ To the Chief Musician. A Psalm of David. Hear my voice, O God, in my meditation; Preserve my life from fear of the enemy. share content_copy

² Hide me from the secret plots of the wicked, From the rebellion of the workers of iniquity, share content_copy

³ Who sharpen their tongue like a sword, And bend their bows to shoot their arrows—bitter words, share content_copy

⁴ That they may shoot in secret at the blameless; Suddenly they shoot at him and do not fear. share content_copy

⁵ They encourage themselves in an evil matter; They talk of laying snares secretly; They say, “Who will see them?” share content_copy

⁶ They devise iniquities: “We have perfected a shrewd scheme.” Both the inward thought and the heart of man are deep. share content_copy

⁷ But God shall shoot at them with an arrow; Suddenly they shall be wounded. share content_copy

⁸ So He will make them stumble over their own tongue; All who see them shall flee away. share content_copy

⁹ All men shall fear, And shall declare the work of God; For they shall wisely consider His doing. share content_copy

¹⁰ The righteous shall be glad in the LORD, and trust in Him. And all the upright in heart shall glory. share content_copy