Psalm 64 Saturday Midday 2
Hear my voice, God, when I complain; * from the hostile pack protect my life.
Shelter me from the council of the wicked, * from the gathering of evildoers,
who sharpen their tongue like a sword, * aim their poisonous remark like an arrow
to shoot from ambush at the innocent; * they shoot at him suddenly and fearlessly.
They fortify for him venomous substance, * carefully conceal their snares,
thinking, “Who looks down upon us? * Who can investigate our perfect crime?”
But the Investigator will investigate * the innermost man, * even the depths of the heart.
Exalted be the God of the Arrow! * Double be their wounds!
The Most High will make slanderers stumble; * all the arrogant will be brought low.
Every man will stand in awe * and proclaim the deed of God, * and ponder what he has done.
Let the just man rejoice in Yahweh, * and fly to him for refuge! * Let all the right-hearted glory!
End of Sat Midday 2