Le Livre des Psaumes

Chapître 64

1

To the chief Musician,¹⁸ A Psalm of David.
Hear³ my voice, O God, in my prayer: preserve⁴ my life from fear of the enemy.⁶

2

 Hide⁵⁵ me from the secret counsel of the wicked;⁵⁶ from the insurrection of the workers⁶ of iniquity:

3

Who whet¹ their tongue like a sword, [and] bend¹ [their bows to shoot] their arrows, [even] bitter words:

4

That they may shoot² in secret at the perfect: suddenly do they shoot⁵⁵ at him, and fear⁴ not.

5

They encourage¹⁷ themselves [in] an evil matter: they commune¹⁷ of laying snares privily;² they say,¹ Who shall see⁴ them?

6

They search out⁴ iniquities; they accomplish¹ a diligent³⁰ search: both the inward [thought] of every one [of them], and the heart, [is] deep.

7

But God shall shoot⁵⁵ at them [with] an arrow; suddenly shall they be wounded.

8

So they shall make their own tongue to fall⁵⁵ upon themselves: all that see⁶ them shall flee away.¹¹³

9

And all men shall fear,⁴ and shall declare⁵⁵ the work of God; for they shall wisely consider⁵² of his doing.

10

The righteous shall be glad⁴ in the LORD, and shall trust¹ in him; and all the upright in heart shall glory.¹⁰¹