The Hurtful Tongue

1{63:1}Unto the end, a psalm for David. [2] Hear O God, my prayer, when I make supplication to thee: deliver my soul from the fear of the enemy.

2{63:3}Thou hast protected me from the assembly of the malignant; from the multitude of the workers of iniquity.

3{63:4}For they have whetted their tongues like a sword; they have bent their bow a bitter thing,

4{63:5}To shoot in secret the undefiled.

5{63:6}They 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?

6{63:7}They have searched after iniquities: they have failed in their search. Man shall come to a deep heart:

7{63:8}And God shall be exalted. The arrows of children are their wounds:

8{63:9}And their tongues against them are made weak. All that saw them were troubled;

9{63:10}And every man was afraid. And they declared the works of God, and understood his doings.

10{63:11}The just shall rejoice in the Lord, and shall hope in him: and all the upright in heart shall be praised.