Ps 64
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Unto the end, a psalm for David.
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Hear, O God, my prayer, when I make supplication to thee : deliver my soul from the
fear of the enemy.
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Thou hast protected me from the assembly of the malignant; from the multitude of the
workers of iniquity.
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For they have whetted their tongues like a sword; they have bent their bow a bitter
thing,
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to shoot in secret the undefiled.
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They will shoot at him on a sudden, and will not fear: they are resolute in wickedness.
They have talked of hiding snares; they have said: Who shall see them?
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They have searched after iniquities: they have failed in their search. Man shall come
to a deep heart:
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and God shall be exalted. The arrows of children are their wounds:
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and their tongues against them are made weak. All that saw them were troubled;
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and every man was afraid. And they declared the works of God: and understood his doings.
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The just shall rejoice in the Lord, and shall hope in him: and all the upright in
heart shall be praised.