Psaumes 64.9
English standard version

Punition des méchants

¹ To the choirmaster. A Psalm of David.
Hear my voice, O God, in my complaint;
preserve my life from dread of the enemy
² Hide me from the secret plots of the wicked,
from the throng of evildoers,
³ who whet their tongues like swords,
who aim bitter words like arrows,
⁴ shooting from ambush at the blameless,
shooting at him suddenly and without fear.
⁵ They hold fast to their evil purpose;
they talk of laying snares secretly,
thinking, Who can see them?
⁶ They search out injustice,
saying, We have accomplished a diligent search.
For the inward mind and heart of a man are deep.
⁷ But God shoots his arrow at them;
they are wounded suddenly.
⁸ They are brought to ruin, with their own tongues turned against them;
all who see them will wag their heads.
⁹ Then all mankind fears;
they tell what God has brought about
and ponder what he has done.
¹⁰ Let the righteous one rejoice in the Lord
and take refuge in him!
Let all the upright in heart exult!