To the director. A melody of David.
64 Hear my voice, O Yahavah {Yah'-ha-vah'}, as I plead.
Safeguard my life from the dreadfulness of the enemy.
2 Shield me from the secret plots of wicked men,
From the crowd of wrongdoers.
3 They sharpen their tongue just like a sword;
They aim their cruel words like arrows,
4 To shoot at the innocent from their hiding places;
They shoot at him suddenly, without fear.
5 They hold fast to their evil intent;
They discuss how to hide their traps.
They say: “Who will see them?”
6 They search out new ways of wrongdoing;
They secretly devise their shrewd strategy;
The thinking within each one’s heart is unfathomable.
7 But Yahavah {Yah'-ha-vah'} will shoot at them;
Suddenly they will be wounded by an arrow.
8 Their own tongue will cause their downfall;
All those looking on will shake their head.
9 Then all men will become afraid,
And they will proclaim what Yahavah {Yah'-ha-vah'} has done,
And they will have insight into his deeds.
10 The righteous one will rejoice in Ahv'ah {Heb. Yahvah} and take refuge in him;
All the upright in heart will exult.