Psalms 64
1 To victory, the psalm of David. God, hear thou my prayer, when I beseech; deliver thou my soul from dread of the enemy.
2Thou hast defended me from the covent or convent of evil-doers; from the multitude of them that work wickedness.
3For they sharpened their tongues as a sword, they bend their bow, a bitter thing;
4for to shoot in huddles, or privates, him that is unwemmed. Suddenly they shall shoot him, and they shall not dread;
5they made steadfast to themselves a wicked word. They told, that they should hide snares; they said, Who shall see them?
6They sought wickednesses; they sought, and failed not in seeking. A man nighed to [a] deep heart;
7and God shall be enhanced. The arrows of little men, that is, of envious men, be made the wounds of them;
8and the tongues of them be made sick against them. All men be troubled, that saw them;
9and each man dreaded. And they told the works of God; and they understood the deeds of him.
10The just [or rightwise] man shall be glad in the Lord, and shall hope in him; and all men of rightful heart shall be praised.

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