641 To the Chief Musician. A Psalm of David. Hear my voice, O God, in my meditation; Preserve my life from fear of the enemy. 2 Hide me from the secret plots of the wicked, From the rebellion of the workers of iniquity, 3 Who sharpen their tongue like a sword, And bend their bows to shoot their arrows--bitter words, 4 That they may shoot in secret at the blameless; Suddenly they shoot at him and do not fear. 5 They encourage themselves in an evil matter; They talk of laying snares secretly; They say, "Who will see them?" 6 They devise iniquities: "We have perfected a shrewd scheme." Both the inward thought and the heart of man are deep.
7 But God shall shoot at them with an arrow; Suddenly they shall be wounded. 8 So He will make them stumble over their own tongue; All who see them shall flee away. 9 All men shall fear, And shall declare the work of God; For they shall wisely consider His doing. 10 The righteous shall be glad in the Lord, and trust in Him. And all the upright in heart shall glory.
641 OÂ God, listen to my complaint. Protect my life from my enemies' threats. 2 Hide me from the plots of this evil mob, from this gang of wrongdoers. 3 They sharpen their tongues like swords and aim their bitter words like arrows. 4 They shoot from ambush at the innocent, attacking suddenly and fearlessly. 5 They encourage each other to do evil and plan how to set their traps in secret. "Who will ever notice?" they ask. 6 As they plot their crimes, they say, "We have devised the perfect plan!" Yes, the human heart and mind are cunning.
7 But God himself will shoot them with his arrows, suddenly striking them down. 8 Their own tongues will ruin them, and all who see them will shake their heads in scorn. 9 Then everyone will be afraid; they will proclaim the mighty acts of God and realize all the amazing things he does. 10 The godly will rejoice in the Lord and find shelter in him. And those who do what is right will praise him.
641 Hear, O God, my voice, in my meditation, From the fear of an enemy Thou keepest my life, 2 Hidest me from the secret counsel of evil doers, From the tumult of workers of iniquity. 3 Who sharpened as a sword their tongue, They directed their arrow—a bitter word. 4 To shoot in secret places the perfect, Suddenly they shoot him, and fear not. 5 They strengthen for themselves an evil thing, They recount of the hiding of snares, They have said, 'Who doth look at it?' 6 They search out perverse things, 'We perfected a searching search,' And the inward part of man, and the heart 'are' deep.
7 And God doth shoot them 'with' an arrow, Sudden have been their wounds, 8 And they cause him to stumble, Against them 'is' their own tongue, Every looker on them fleeth away. 9 And all men fear, and declare the work of God, And His deed they have considered wisely. 10 The righteous doth rejoice in Jehovah, And hath trusted in Him, And boast themselves do all the upright of heart!
