Psalms.
Chapter 63.
Unto the end, a psalm for David. 
Hear, O God, my prayer, when I make supplication to thee: deliver my soul from the fear of the enemy. 
Thou hast protected me from the assembly of the malignant; from the multitude of the workers of iniquity. 
For they have whetted their tongues like a sword; they have bent their bow a bitter thing, 
To shoot in secret the undefiled. 
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? 
They have searched after iniquities: they have failed in their search. Man shall come to a deep heart: 
And God shall be exalted. The arrows of children are their wounds: 
And their tongues against them are made weak. All that saw them were troubled; 
And every man was afraid. And they declared the works of God: and understood his doings. 
The just shall rejoice in the Lord, and shall hope in him: and all the upright in heart shall be praised. 
