Psalms 64:4
To shoot in secret places the perfect, Suddenly they shoot him, and fear not.
To shoot in secret places the perfect, Suddenly they shoot him, and fear not.
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5They strengthen for themselves an evil thing, They recount of the hiding of snares, They have said, `Who doth look at it?'
6They search out perverse things, `We perfected a searching search,' And the inward part of man, and the heart `are' deep.
7And God doth shoot them `with' an arrow, Sudden have been their wounds,
8And they cause him to stumble, Against them `is' their own tongue, Every looker on them fleeth away.
2Hidest me from the secret counsel of evil doers, From the tumult of workers of iniquity.
3Who sharpened as a sword their tongue, They directed their arrow -- a bitter word.
2For lo, the wicked tread a bow, They have prepared their arrow on the string, To shoot in darkness at the upright in heart.
6They assemble, they hide, they watch my heels, When they have expected my soul.
14A sword have the wicked opened, And they have trodden their bow, To cause to fall the poor and needy, To slaughter the upright of the way.
11For they stretched out against Thee evil, They devised a wicked device, they prevail not,
12For Thou makest them a butt, When Thy strings Thou preparest against their faces.
7They are melted as waters, They go up and down for themselves, His arrow proceedeth as they cut themselves off.
18And they for their own blood lay wait, They watch secretly for their own lives.
32The wicked is watching for the righteous, And is seeking to put him to death.
8He doth sit in an ambush of the villages, In secret places he doth slay the innocent. His eyes for the afflicted watch secretly,
9He lieth in wait in a secret place, as a lion in a covert. He lieth in wait to catch the poor, He catcheth the poor, drawing him into his net.
3Against Thy people they take crafty counsel, And consult against Thy hidden ones.
16For they sleep not if they do not evil, And their sleep hath been taken violently away, If they cause not `some' to stumble.
8A slaughtering arrow `is' their tongue, Deceit it hath spoken in its mouth, Peace with its neighbour it speaketh, And in its heart it layeth its ambush,
20For they speak not peace, And against the quiet of the land, Deceitful words they devise,
7For without cause they hid for me their netpit, Without cause they digged for my soul.
8Meet him doth desolation -- he knoweth not, And his net that he hid catcheth him, For desolation he falleth into it.
3Till when do ye devise mischief against a man? Ye are destroyed all of you, As a wall inclined, a hedge that is cast down.
4Only -- from his excellency They have consulted to drive away, They enjoy a lie, with their mouth they bless, And with their heart revile. Selah.
13Yea, for him He hath prepared Instruments of death, His arrows for burning pursuers He maketh.
26As wicked He hath stricken them, In the place of beholders.
11If they say, `Come with us, we lay wait for blood, We watch secretly for the innocent without cause,
13Hide them in the dust together, Their faces bind in secret.
11`Our steps now have compassed `him';' Their eyes they set to turn aside in the land.
12His likeness as a lion desirous to tear, As a young lion dwelling in secret places.
22A cry is heard from their houses, For Thou bringest against them suddenly a troop, For they dug a pit to capture me, And snares they have hidden for my feet.
12And those seeking my soul lay a snare, And those seeking my evil Have spoken mischievous things, And they do deceits meditate all the day.
3For, lo, they laid wait for my soul, Assembled against me are strong ones, Not my transgression nor my sin, O Jehovah.
2Who have devised evils in the heart, All the day they assemble `for' wars.
3They sharpened their tongue as a serpent, Poison of an adder `is' under their lips. Selah.
7All hating me whisper together against me, Against me they devise evil to me:
22Their table before them is for a snare, And for a recompence -- for a trap.
21They decree against the soul of the righteous, And innocent blood declare wicked.
5The proud hid a snare for me -- and cords, They spread a net by the side of the path, Snares they have set for me. Selah.
16He hath dug in the darkness -- houses; By day they shut themselves up, They have not known light.
16Its quiver `is' as an open sepulchre, All of them -- mighty ones.
4Sharp arrows of a mighty one, with broom-coals.
14They are ashamed and confounded together, Who are seeking my soul to destroy it, They are turned backward, And are ashamed, who are desiring my evil.
12The wicked is devising against the righteous, And gnashing against him his teeth.
12The sin of their mouth `is' a word of their lips, And they are captured in their pride, And from the curse and lying they recount.
4They are ashamed and blush, those seeking my soul, Turned backward and confounded, Those devising my evil.
24Pour upon them Thine indignation, And the fierceness of Thine anger doth seize them.
40When they bow down in dens -- Abide in a thicket for a covert?
12He hath trodden His bow, And setteth me up as a mark for an arrow.
6A net they have prepared for my steps, Bowed down hath my soul, They have digged before me a pit, They have fallen into its midst. Selah.