Psalms

Chapter 63

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    O God, listen to my prayer when I plead with thee, save me from the threats of my mortal foe.

  2. 3

    Thine to defend me from this conspiracy of malice, this throng of evil-doers;

  3. 4

    the tongues that wound like a sharpened sword, the poisoned words aimed at me, like arrows.

  4. 5

    Stealthily they attack the innocent:

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    suddenly, from a safe vantage-point, they wound him. See them pledged to an infamous resolve, plotting to lay snares for me, sure that they will go unseen!

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    With what care they hatch their designs, planning treason double-dyed! Let the thoughts of man’s heart be deep as they will,

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    yet God has arrows, too, to smite them with, sudden wounds to deal them;

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    all their conspiring plays them false. Scornfully the onlookers shake their heads,

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    awe-stricken every one; who but will acclaim God’s power, who but will ponder his great acts?

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    Honest men will rejoice and put their trust in the Lord; upright hearts will not boast in vain.