Psalm LXIV

The Prayer which to thee I make,
O God [do thou] vouchsafe to hear;
My life save thou from enemies,
And from [all their] perplexing fear.

Hide me from their secret designs,
Who do live [and plot] wickedly;
From insurrection of those men
That [still do] work iniquity.

Who do their tongues with malice whet,
That they may cut like [sharpned] swords;
In whose bent bows are arrows set,
[To shoot] even false and bitter words.

That they may at the perfect man
In secret aim their [cruel] shot;
Suddenly do they shoot at him,
Harden'd [in sin] they fear it not.

In ill encourage they themselves,
And commune how [closely] to lay
Their snares for to entrap the just,
For who [our plots] shall see, say they?

They study for iniquity,
For it they use their [greatest] art;
Deep is their inward plotting thought,
And unknown is their [wicked] heart.

God shall an arrow at them shoot,
And wound them [deep and] suddenly.

Their tongues shall fall upon themselves,
All that see them [away] shall fly.

And seeing this, all men shall fear,
And shall God's [dreadful] works declare;
For wisely then they shall perceive
That these his [righteous] doings are.

The righteous shall rejoyce in God,
And in him [wholly] put their trust;
And all that be of upright heart,
In him shall [boldly] make their boast.