64:1  To the Overseer. -- A Psalm of David. Hear, O God, my voice, in my meditation, From the fear of an enemy Thou keepest my life,

64:2  Hidest me from the secret counsel of evil doers, From the tumult of workers of iniquity.

64:3  Who sharpened as a sword their tongue, They directed their arrow -- a bitter word.

64:4  To shoot in secret places the perfect, Suddenly they shoot him, and fear not.

64:5  They strengthen for themselves an evil thing, They recount of the hiding of snares, They have said, `Who doth look at it?'

64:6  They search out perverse things, `We perfected a searching search,' And the inward part of man, and the heart `are' deep.

64:7  And God doth shoot them `with' an arrow, Sudden have been their wounds,

64:8  And they cause him to stumble, Against them `is' their own tongue, Every looker on them fleeth away.

64:9  And all men fear, and declare the work of God, And His deed they have considered wisely.

64:10  The righteous doth rejoice in Jehovah, And hath trusted in Him, And boast themselves do all the upright of heart!