Psalms 63

1Unto the end, a psalm for David.

2Hear O God, my prayer, when I make supplication to thee: deliver my soul from the fear of the enemy.

3Thou hast protected me from the assembly of the malignant; from the multitude of the workers of iniquity.

4For they have whetted their tongues like a sword; they have bent their bow a bitter thing,

5To shoot in secret the undefiled.

6They will shoot at him on a sudden, and will not fear: they are resolute in wickedness. They have talked of hiding snares; they have said: Who shall see them?

7They have searched after iniquities: they have failed in their search. Man shall come to a deep heart:

8And God shall be exalted. The arrows of children are their wounds:

9And their tongues against them are made weak. All that saw them were troubled;

10And every man was afraid. And they declared the works of God, and understood his doings.

11The just shall rejoice in the Lord, and shall hope in him: and all the upright in heart shall be praised.

Douay-Rheims Bible (Challoner Revision) (1899) — R. Challoner (rév. 1749-1752), d’après la Vulgate. Source : scrollmapper/bible_databases. Domaine public