Psalms 63

¹Unto the end, a Psalm of David.

²Hear o God my prayer when I make petition: from the fear of my enemy deliver my soul.

³Thou hast protected me from the assembly of the malignant: from the multitude of them that work iniquity.

⁴Because they have sharpened their tongues as a sword: they have bent the bow a bitter thing,

⁵that they may shoot in secrets at the immaculate.

⁶Suddenly they will shoot at him, and will not fear: they have confirmed to themselves a wicked word. They have talked to hide snares: they have said, Who shall see them?

⁷They have searched iniquities: they have failed searching with scrutiny.

⁸Man shall come to a deep heart: and God shall be exalted. Children's arrows are made their wounds:

⁹and their tongues are weakened against them. All that saw them were troubled:

¹⁰and every man feared. And they shewed forth the works of God: and they understood his doings.

¹¹The just shall rejoice in our Lord, and shall hope in him, & all the right of heart shall be praised.