David prays for deliverance, complaining of his enemies.

For the Chief Musician. A Psalm by David.

64:1 Hear my voice, God, in my complaint.
Preserve my life from fear of the enemy.

64:2 Hide me from the conspiracy of the wicked,
from the noisy crowd of the ones doing evil;

64:3 who sharpen their tongue like a sword,
and aim their arrows, deadly words,

64:4 to shoot innocent men from ambushes.
They shoot at him suddenly and fearlessly.

64:5 They encourage themselves in evil plans.
They talk about laying snares secretly.
They say, “Who will see them?”

64:6 They plot injustice, saying, “We have made a perfect plan!”
Surely man’s mind and heart are cunning.

He promises himself to see such an evident destruction of his enemies, as the righteous shall rejoice at it.

64:7 But God will shoot at them.
They will be suddenly struck down with an arrow.

64:8 Their own tongues shall ruin them.
All who see them will shake their heads.

64:9 All mankind shall be afraid.
They shall declare the work of God,
and shall wisely ponder what he has done.

64:10 The righteous shall be glad in Yahweh,
and shall take refuge in him.
All the upright in heart shall praise him!