Tua Palavra

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

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

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

|Salmos 64:3| who ^cwhet their tongues like swords, who ^daim bitter words like arrows,

|Salmos 64:4| shooting from ^eambush at the blameless, shooting at him suddenly and ^fwithout fear.

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

|Salmos 64:6| They search out injustice, saying, “We have accomplished a diligent search.” For ^jthe 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 ^ltongues turned against them; all who ^msee them will ⁿwag their heads.

|Salmos 64:9| Then all mankind ^ofears; they ^ptell what God has brought about and ponder what he has done.

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|Salmos 64:10| Let ^qthe righteous one rejoice in the LORD and ^rtake refuge in him! Let all ^sthe upright in heart exult!