微读圣经

To the Chief Musician. A Psalm of David.

1Hear my voice, O God, in my 64:1 complaintmeditation;

Preserve my life from fear of the enemy.

2Hide me from the secret plots of the wicked,

From the rebellion of the workers of iniquity,

3Who sharpen their tongue like a sword,

And bend their bows to shoot their arrows—bitter words,

4That they may shoot in secret at the blameless;

Suddenly they shoot at him and do not fear.

5They encourage themselves in an evil matter;

They talk of laying snares secretly;

They say, “Who will see them?”

6They devise iniquities:

“We have perfected a shrewd scheme.”

Both the inward thought and the heart of man are deep.

7But God shall shoot at them with an arrow;

Suddenly they shall be wounded.

8So He will make them stumble over their own tongue;

All who see them shall flee away.

9All men shall fear,

And shall declare the work of God;

For they shall wisely consider His doing.

10The righteous shall be glad in the Lord, and trust in Him.

And all the upright in heart shall glory.