Psalm 64

To the Chief Musician. A Psalm of David.

1 Hear my voice, O God, in my meditation; preserve my life from fear of the enemy.

2 Hide me from the secret plots of the wicked, from the rebellion of the workers of iniquity,

3 Who sharpen their tongue like a sword, and bend their bows to shoot their arrows–bitter words,

4 That they may shoot in secret at the blameless; suddenly they shoot at him and do not fear.

5 They encourage themselves in an evil matter; they talk of laying snares secretly; they say, “Who will see them?”

6 They devise iniquities: “We have perfected a shrewd scheme.” Both the inward thought and the heart of man are deep.

7 But God shall shoot at them with an arrow; suddenly they shall be wounded.

8 So He will make them stumble over their own tongue; all who see them shall flee away.

9 All men shall fear, and shall declare the work of God; for they shall wisely consider His doing.

10 The righteous shall be glad in the LORD, and trust in Him. And all the upright in heart shall glory.

 

This psalm is either a promise or a warning depending on what end of the “arrow” you are on.  It is about people who think they are sneaky in how they tear down with their words; a tweet here, a status update there, a passing comment over a casual cup of coffee.  They always seem to be spinning a carefully crafted web for their own advancement through the destruction of others.  God says, I heard that, and I know what you are doing.”  Remember nobody really ever gets away with anything.  The people who do this are opening the door for someone else to do it to them.  God has arrows too, and He is a better shot.  He will trip them up with their own weapons.  They will stumble over their own tongue.  They will spin a web so complicated that one thread coming loose will cause the entire tapestry to collapse.  So don’t be afraid when someone launches a slander campaign.  Truth can defend itself.  And if you think you have perfected a shrewd scheme, you are not anywhere near as clever as you think you are.  Bitter words are like pigeons, they always find their way home.

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