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PSAL. LXIV. To the chief musician, A Psalm of David. (Book 64)
VVHen I to thee my prayer make,
Lord, to my voice give ear:
My life save from the enemy
of whom I stand in fear.
Me from their secret counsell hideLine 2
who do live wickedly;
From insurrection of those men
that work iniquity.
Who do their tongues with malice whet,Line 3
and make them cut like swords;
In whose bent bows are arrows set;
ev'n sharp and bitter words:
That they may at the perfect manLine 4
in secret aim their shot;
Yea suddenly they dare at him
to shoot and fear it not.
In ill encourage they themselves;Line 5
and their snares close to lay
Together conference they have,
Who shall them see? they say.
They have searcht out iniquities,Line 6
a perfect search they keep:
Of each of them the inward thought,
and very heart is deep.
God shall an arrow shoot at them,Line 7
and wound them suddenly.
So their own tongue shal them confound:Line 8
all who them see shall fly.
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