Psalm
64 Saturday Midday 2
Hear my voice, God, when I
complain; * from the hostile pack protect my life.
Shelter me from the council
of the wicked, * from the gathering of evildoers,
who sharpen their tongue like a sword, * aim their poisonous
remark like an arrow
to shoot from ambush at the innocent; * they shoot at him
suddenly and fearlessly.
They fortify for him venomous substance, * carefully conceal
their snares,
thinking, “Who looks
down upon us? * Who can investigate our perfect crime?”
But the Investigator will investigate * the innermost man,
* even the depths of the heart.
Exalted be the God of the Arrow! * Double be their wounds!
The Most High will make slanderers stumble; * all the arrogant
will be brought low.
Every man will stand in awe * and proclaim the deed of God, * and
ponder what he has done.
Let the just man rejoice in
Yahweh, * and fly to him for refuge! * Let all the right-hearted glory!
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