Psalms 64:7
And God doth shoot them `with' an arrow, Sudden have been their wounds,
And God doth shoot them `with' an arrow, Sudden have been their wounds,
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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.
4To shoot in secret places the perfect, Suddenly they shoot him, and fear not.
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.
8And they cause him to stumble, Against them `is' their own tongue, Every looker on them fleeth away.
7They are melted as waters, They go up and down for themselves, His arrow proceedeth as they cut themselves off.
2For lo, the wicked tread a bow, They have prepared their arrow on the string, To shoot in darkness at the upright in heart.
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.
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.
15Their sword doth enter into their own heart, And their bows are shivered.
23I gather upon them evils, Mine arrows I consume upon them.
26For they have pursued him Thou hast smitten, And recount of the pain of Thy pierced ones.
27Give punishment for their iniquity, And they enter not into Thy righteousness.
13Yea, for him He hath prepared Instruments of death, His arrows for burning pursuers He maketh.
12He hath trodden His bow, And setteth me up as a mark for an arrow.
13He hath caused to enter into my reins The sons of His quiver.
5Thine arrows `are' sharp, -- Peoples fall under Thee -- In the heart of the enemies of the king.
6They assemble, they hide, they watch my heels, When they have expected my soul.
7By iniquity they escape, In anger the peoples put down, O God.
24He fleeth from an iron weapon, Pass through him doth a bow of brass.
4Sharp arrows of a mighty one, with broom-coals.
10They cause him to run on the edge of the sword, A portion for foxes they are.
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,
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.
6Send forth lightning, and scatter them, Send forth Thine arrows, and trouble them,
24Pour upon them Thine indignation, And the fierceness of Thine anger doth seize them.
10Declare them guilty, O God, Let them fall from their own counsels, In the abundance of their transgressions Drive them away, Because they have rebelled against Thee.
8Meet him doth desolation -- he knoweth not, And his net that he hid catcheth him, For desolation he falleth into it.
26As wicked He hath stricken them, In the place of beholders.
16Its quiver `is' as an open sepulchre, All of them -- mighty ones.
15Therefore suddenly cometh his calamity, Instantly he is broken -- and no healing.
23And turneth back on them their iniquity, And in their wickedness cutteth them off; Jehovah our God doth cut them off!
40And have caused an assembly to come up against thee, And stoned thee with stones, And thrust thee through with their swords,
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.
7To do vengeance among nations, Punishments among the peoples.
23Till an arrow doth split his liver, As a bird hath hastened unto a snare, And hath not known that it `is' for its life.
21Only -- God doth smite The head of His enemies, The hairy crown of a habitual walker in his guilt.
15Desolations `are' upon them, They go down `to' Sheol -- alive, For wickedness `is' in their dwelling, in their midst.
65Thou givest to them a covered heart, Thy curse to them.
66Thou pursuest in anger, and destroyest them, From under the heavens of Jehovah!
22Their table before them is for a snare, And for a recompence -- for a trap.
11`Our steps now have compassed `him';' Their eyes they set to turn aside in the land.
32The wicked is watching for the righteous, And is seeking to put him to death.
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.
10They cause to fall on themselves burning coals, Into fire He doth cast them, Into deep pits -- they arise not.
13Go round against me do his archers. He splitteth my reins, and spareth not, He poureth out to the earth my gall.
2For Thine arrows have come down on me, And Thou lettest down upon me Thy hand.
38I smite them, and they are not able to rise, They fall under my feet,