Psalm 64 The Message Bible

A Prayer for Protection from Hidden Enemies

64 1  Listen and help, O God. I'm reduced to a whine And a whimper, obsessed with feelings of doomsday. 2  Don't let them find me - the conspirators out to get me, 3  Using their tongues as weapons, flinging poison words, poison-tipped arrow-words. 4  They shoot from ambush, shoot without warning, not caring who they hit. 5  They keep fit doing calisthenics of evil purpose, They keep lists of the traps they've secretly set. They say to each other, "No one can catch us, 6  no one can detect our perfect crime." The Detective detects the mystery in the dark of the cellar heart.

7  The God of the Arrow shoots! They double up in pain, 8  Fall flat on their faces in full view of the grinning crowd. 9  Everyone sees it. God's work is the talk of the town. 10  Be glad, good people! Fly to God! Good-hearted people, make praise your habit.

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