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64:1 To the choirmaster. A Psalm of David. Hear my voice, O God, in my complaint;preserve my life from dread of the enemy, 64:2 hide me from the secret plots of the wicked, from the scheming of evildoers, 64:3 who whet their tongues like swords, who aim bitter words like arrows, 64:4 shooting from ambush at the blameless, shooting at him suddenly and without fear. 64:5 They hold fast to their evil purpose;they talk of laying snares secretly, thinking, 'Who can see us? 64:6 Who can search out our crimes? We have thought out a cunningly conceived plot.' For the inward mind and heart of a man are deep! 64:7 But God will shoot his arrow at them;they will be wounded suddenly. 64:8 Because of their tongue he will bring them to ruin;all who see them will wag their heads. 64:9 Then all men will fear;they will tell what God has wrought, and ponder what he has done. 64:10 Let the righteous rejoice in the LORD, and take refuge in him! Let all the upright in heart glory! 64:11