Ψαλμοί 64

1 εἰς τὸ τέλος ψαλμὸς τῷ Δαυιδ εἰσάκουσον ὁ θεός τῆς φωνῆς μου ἐν τῷ δέεσθαί με ἀπὸ φόβου ἐχθροῦ ἐξελοῦ τὴν ψυχήν μου

“For the leader of the music. A psalm of David.” Hear my voice, O God! when I pray! Preserve my life from the terrors of the enemy!

2 ἐσκέπασάς με ἀπὸ συστροφῆς πονηρευομένων ἀπὸ πλήθους ἐργαζομένων τὴν ἀνομίαν

Hide me from the assembly of the wicked, From the brawling crowd of evil-doers!

3 οἵτινες ἠκόνησαν ὡς ῥομφαίαν τὰς γλώσσας αὐτῶν ἐνέτειναν τόξον αὐτῶν πρᾶγμα πικρὸν

For like a sword they sharpen their tongues, Like arrows they aim their poisoned words,

4 τοῦ κατατοξεῦσαι ἐν ἀποκρύφοις ἄμωμον ἐξάπινα κατατοξεύσουσιν αὐτὸν καὶ οὐ φοβηθήσονται

To shoot in secret at the upright; Suddenly do they shoot at him without fear.

5 ἐκραταίωσαν ἑαυτοῖς λόγον πονηρόν διηγήσαντο τοῦ κρύψαι παγίδας εἶπαν τίς ὄψεται αὐτούς

They prepare themselves for an evil deed; They commune of laying secret snares: “Who,” say they, “will see them?”

6 ἐξηρεύνησαν ἀνομίας ἐξέλιπον ἐξερευνῶντες ἐξερευνήσει προσελεύσεται ἄνθρωπος καὶ καρδία βαθεῖα

They meditate crimes: “We have finished,” say they, “our plans!” The heart and bosom of every one of them are deep.

7 καὶ ὑψωθήσεται ὁ θεός βέλος νηπίων ἐγενήθησαν αἱ πληγαὶ αὐτῶν

But God will shoot an arrow at them; Suddenly shall they be wounded.

8 καὶ ἐξησθένησαν ἐπ’ αὐτοὺς αἱ γλῶσσαι αὐτῶν ἐταράχθησαν πάντες οἱ θεωροῦντες αὐτούς

Thus their own tongues shall bring them down; All who see them will flee away.

9 καὶ ἐφοβήθη πᾶς ἄνθρωπος καὶ ἀνήγγειλαν τὰ ἔργα τοῦ θεοῦ καὶ τὰ ποιήματα αὐτοῦ συνῆκαν

Then will all men stand in awe, And declare what God hath done, And attentively consider his work.

10 εὐφρανθήσεται δίκαιος ἐπὶ τῷ κυρίῳ καὶ ἐλπιεῖ ἐπ’ αὐτόν καὶ ἐπαινεσθήσονται πάντες οἱ εὐθεῖς τῇ καρδίᾳ

The righteous shall rejoice, and trust in the LORD; All the upright in heart shall glory.