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Chapter 64
Psal Rotherha 64:1  Hear, O God, my voice when I complain, From dread peril by the foe, wilt thou guard my life.
Psal Rotherha 64:2  Wilt thou hide me, From the conclave of evil-doers, From the crowd of workers of iniquity.
Psal Rotherha 64:3  Who have sharpened, like a sword, their tongue, Have made ready their arrow—a bitter word;
Psal Rotherha 64:4  To shoot, in secret places, at the blameless one, Suddenly they shoot at him, and fear not.
Psal Rotherha 64:5  They strengthen for them a wicked word, They talk of hiding snares, They have said, Who can see them?
Psal Rotherha 64:6  They devise perverse things, They have completed the device well devised, Both the intent of each one, and the mind, are unsearchable.
Psal Rotherha 64:7  Once let God have shot at them an arrow, Suddenly have appeared their own wounds!
Psal Rotherha 64:8  When they were to have ruined another, their tongue smote themselves, All who observe them take flight.
Psal Rotherha 64:9  Therefore have all men feared,—And have told the doing of God, And, his work, have considered.
Psal Rotherha 64:10  The righteous man shall rejoice in Yahweh, and seek refuge in him, Then shall glory—all who are upright in heart.