In Context

1 {To the chief Musician. A Psalm of David.} Hear, O God, my voice in my plaint; preserve my life from fear of the enemy:

2 Hide me from the secret counsel of evil-doers, from the tumultuous crowd of the workers of iniquity,

3 Who have sharpened their tongue like a sword, and have aimed their arrow, a bitter word;

4 That they may shoot in secret at the perfect: suddenly do they shoot at him, and fear not.

5 They encourage themselves in an evil matter, they concert to hide snares; they say, Who will see them?

6 They devise iniquities: We have it ready, the plan is diligently sought out. And each one's inward thought and heart is deep.

Psalm 64:4 in Other Translations