Tua Palavra

Hide Me from the Wicked
To the choirmaster. A Psalm of David.

|Salmos 64:1| Hear my voice, O God, in my ^a complaint; preserve my life from dread of the enemy.

|Salmos 64:2| Hide me from ^b the secret plots of the wicked, from the throng of evildoers,

|Salmos 64:3| who ^c whet their tongues like swords, who ^d aim bitter words like arrows,

|Salmos 64:4| shooting from ^e ambush at the blameless, shooting at him suddenly and ^f without fear.

|Salmos 64:5| They ^g hold fast to their evil purpose; they talk of ^h laying snares secretly, thinking, ⁱ “Who can see them?”

|Salmos 64:6| They search out injustice, saying, “We have accomplished a diligent search.” For ^j the inward mind and heart of a man are deep.

|Salmos 64:7| ^k But God shoots his arrow at them; they are wounded suddenly.

|Salmos 64:8| They are brought to ruin, with their own ^l tongues turned against them; all who ^m see them will ⁿ wag their heads.

|Salmos 64:9| Then all mankind ^o fears; they ^p tell what God has brought about and ponder what he has done.

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|Salmos 64:10| Let ^q the righteous one rejoice in the LORD and ^r take refuge in him! Let all ^s the upright in heart exult!