The Holy Bible – Knox Translation
The Book of Psalms
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Psalm 63
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(To the choir-master. A psalm. Of David.)
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O God, listen to my prayer when I plead with thee, save me from the threats of my mortal foe.
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Thine to defend me from this conspiracy of malice, this throng of evil-doers;
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the tongues that wound like a sharpened sword, the poisoned words aimed at me, like arrows.
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Stealthily they attack the innocent:
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suddenly, from a safe vantage-point, they wound him. See them pledged to an infamous resolve, plotting to lay snares for me, sure that they will go unseen!
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With what care they hatch their designs, planning treason double-dyed! Let the thoughts of man’s heart be deep as they will,
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yet God has arrows, too, to smite them with, sudden wounds to deal them;
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all their conspiring plays them false. Scornfully the onlookers shake their heads,
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awe-stricken every one; who but will acclaim God’s power, who but will ponder his great acts?
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Honest men will rejoice and put their trust in the Lord; upright hearts will not boast in vain.