Psalms 64

1 ♥ 📝 T o the chiefe musition, a psalme of Dauid. O Lorde heare my voyce in my prayer: preserue my life from feare of the enemie.

2 ♥ 📝 Hyde me from the secrete counsayles of the malitious: from the conspiracie of the workers of iniquitie.

3 ♥ 📝 Who haue whet their tongue lyke a sword: who haue drawne their arrow, euen a bitter worde.

4 ♥ 📝 That they may priuily shoote at hym which is perfect: they do sodenly shoote at hym and feare not.

5 ♥ 📝 They courage them selues in mischiefe: and comune among them selues how they may lay snares, and say, who shall see them?

6 ♥ 📝 They searche out howe to do wrong, they put in practise fully that they haue diligently searched out: yea euen the secretes and bottome of euery one of their heartes.

7 ♥ 📝 But the Lorde wyll sodenly shoote at them with a swyft arrowe: their plagues shalbe apparaunt.

8 ♥ 📝 Yea they shall cause their owne tongues to be a meanes for to destroy the selues: insomuch that who so seeth them, shal desire to flee away from them

9 ♥ 📝 And all men that see it shall say, this hath God done: for they shall well perceaue that it is his worke.

10 ♥ 📝 The righteous wyll reioyce in God, and put his trust in hym: and all they that be vpright hearted wylbe glad.