1.0 KiB
Hide Me from the Wicked
Chapter 64
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Hear my voice, O God, in my complaint; preserve my life from dread of the enemy.
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Hide me from the secret plots of the wicked, from the throng of evildoers,
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who whet their tongues like swords, who aim bitter words like arrows,
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shooting from ambush at the blameless, shooting at him suddenly and without fear.
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They hold fast to their evil purpose; they talk of laying snares secretly, thinking, "Who can see them?"
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They search out injustice, saying, "We have accomplished a diligent search." For the inward mind and heart of a man are deep.
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But God shoots his arrow at them; they are wounded suddenly.
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They are brought to ruin, with their own tongues turned against them; all who see them will wag their heads.
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Then all mankind fears; they tell what God has brought about and ponder what he has done.
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Let the righteous one rejoice in the LORD and take refuge in him! Let all the upright in heart exult!