The Book of Psalms. The Harvard Classics. 190914. |
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| Book II |
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| | | Prayer for Deliverance from Secret Enemies |
| | | | | For the Chief Musician. A Psalm of David. |
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| [1] | HEAR my voice, O God, in my complaint: Preserve my life from fear of the enemy. |
| [2] | Hide me from the secret counsel of evil-doers, From the tumult 1 of the workers of iniquity; |
| [3] | Who have whet their tongue like a sword, And have aimed their arrows, even bitter words, |
| [4] | That they may shoot in secret places at the perfect: Suddenly do they shoot at him, and fear not. |
| [5] | They encourage themselves in an evil purpose; They commune of laying snares privily; They say, Who will see them? |
| [6] | They search out iniquities; We 2 have accomplished, say they, a diligent search: And the inward thought and the heart of every one is deep. |
| [7] | But God will shoot at them; With an arrow suddenly shall they be wounded. |
| [8] | So they 3 shall be made to stumble, their own tongue being against them: All that see them shall wag 4 the head. |
| [9] | And all men shall fear; And they shall declare the work of God, And shall wisely consider of his doing. |
| [10] | The righteous shall be glad in Jehovah, and shall take refuge in him; And all the upright in heart shall glory. |
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