Psalms Chapit 64
New King James Version
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.
2 Hide me from the secret plots of the wicked, From the rebellion of the workers of iniquity,
3 Who sharpen their tongue like a sword, And bend their bows to shoot their arrows—bitter words,
4 That they may shoot in secret at the blameless; Suddenly they shoot at him and do not fear.
5 They encourage themselves in an evil matter; They talk of laying snares secretly; They say, “Who will see them?”
6 They devise iniquities: “We have perfected a shrewd scheme.” Both the inward thought and the heart of man are deep.
7 But God shall shoot at them with an arrow; Suddenly they shall be wounded.
8 So He will make them stumble over their own tongue; All who see them shall flee away.
9 All men shall fear, And shall declare the work of God; For they shall wisely consider His doing.
10 The righteous shall be glad in the LORD, and trust in Him. And all the upright in heart shall glory.
Vèsè Jou a
"Pawòl ou a tankou yon lanp k ap klere chemen m, yon limyè k ap klere devan m."
— Sòm 119:105
Wè vèsè konplè →Sove vèsè ou yo, rantre nan kongregasyon ou a
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