Psalm 64 | English Standard Version Louis Segond 1910

Psalm 64 | English Standard Version

Hide Me from the Wicked

To the choirmaster. A Psalm of David.

1 Hear my voice, O God, in my complaint; preserve my life from dread of the enemy. 2 Hide me from the secret plots of the wicked, from the throng of evildoers, 3 who whet their tongues like swords, who aim bitter words like arrows, 4 shooting from ambush at the blameless, shooting at him suddenly and without fear. 5 They hold fast to their evil purpose; they talk of laying snares secretly, thinking, “Who can see them?” 6 They search out injustice, saying, “We have accomplished a diligent search.” For the inward mind and heart of a man are deep. 7 But God shoots his arrow at them; they are wounded suddenly. 8 They are brought to ruin, with their own tongues turned against them; all who see them will wag their heads. 9 Then all mankind fears; they tell what God has brought about and ponder what he has done. 10 Let the righteous one rejoice in the LORD and take refuge in him! Let all the upright in heart exult!

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Louis Segond 1910
1 Au chef des chantres. Psaume de David. 2 O Dieu, écoute ma voix, quand je gémis! Protège ma vie contre l'ennemi que je crains! 3 Garantis-moi des complots des méchants, De la troupe bruyante des hommes iniques! 4 Ils aiguisent leur langue comme un glaive, Ils lancent comme des traits leurs paroles amères, 5 Pour tirer en cachette sur l'innocent; Ils tirent sur lui à l'improviste, et n'ont aucune crainte. 6 Ils se fortifient dans leur méchanceté: Ils se concertent pour tendre des pièges, Ils disent: Qui les verra? 7 Ils méditent des crimes: Nous voici prêts, le plan est conçu! La pensée intime, le coeur de chacun est un abîme. 8 Dieu lance contre eux ses traits: Soudain les voilà frappés. 9 Leur langue a causé leur chute; Tous ceux qui les voient secouent la tête. 10 Tous les hommes sont saisis de crainte, Ils publient ce que Dieu fait, Et prennent garde à son oeuvre. 11 Le juste se réjouit en l'Éternel et cherche en lui son refuge, Tous ceux qui ont le coeur droit se glorifient.