Psalms 64
The Hurtful Tongue
For the choirmaster. A Psalm of David.
1Hide me from the scheming of the wicked, from the mob of workers of iniquity,2who sharpen their tongues like swords and aim their bitter words like arrows,
3ambushing the innocent in seclusion, shooting suddenly, without fear.
4They hold fast to their evil purpose; they speak of hiding their snares. “Who will see them?” they say.
5They devise injustice and say, “We have perfected a secret plan.” For the inner man and the heart are mysterious.
6But God will shoot them with arrows; suddenly they will be wounded.
7They will be made to stumble, their own tongues turned against them. All who see will shake their heads.
8Then all mankind will fear and proclaim the work of God; so they will ponder what He has done.
9Let the righteous rejoice in the LORD and take refuge in Him; let all the upright in heart exult.