Psalm 64

O Lord, when unto thee I pray,
unto my voice give ear,
From my proud enemies eye preserve,
and save my life from fear.
From secret plots of wicked men,
Lord, hide me carefully,
From th'insurrections of those
that work iniquity.

Who do their tongues in malice whet,
and sharpen them like swords,
And set their arrows in their bows,
to shoot out bitter words.
That so at him that is upright,
they may shoot secretly,
And without fear of God or men,
may strike him suddenly.

In evil matters they themselves
encourage, and to lay
Their snares, in secret they confer;
who shall us see? say they.
They search out mischief, and perform
a through search to their minde,
What ere the inmost thoughts of them,
and depth of heart can finde.

While they thus busie are, at them
shall God shoot privily
A deadly arrow, and therewith
shall wound them suddenly.
So they shall make ev'n their own tongue
upon themselves to fall,
Men seeing them shall flee away
from them affrighted all.

For on all men great fear shall fall,
they shall Gods work declare,
They wisely shall consider then,
that these his doings are.
In God shall righteous men be glad,
and, trusting in his might,
Shall greatly glory, even all those
that are in heart upright.