To the chief Musician, A Psalm of David.
^1When I to thee my prayer make,
Lord, to my voice give ear;
My life save from the enemy,
of whom I stand in fear.
^2Me from their secret counsel hide
who do live wickedly;
From insurrection of those men
that work iniquity:
^3Who do their tongues with malice whet,
and make them cut like swords;
In whose bent bows are arrows set,
ev'n sharp and bitter words:
^4That they may at the perfect man
in secret aim their shot;
Yea, suddenly they dare at him
to shoot, and fear it not.
^5In ill encourage they themselves,
and their snares close do lay:
Together conference they have;
Who shall them see? they say.
^6They have search'd out iniquities,
a perfect search they keep:
Of each of them the inward thought,
and very heart, is deep.
^7God shall an arrow shoot at them,
and wound them suddenly:
^8So their own tongue shall them confound;
all who them see shall fly.
^9And on all men a fear shall fall,
God's works they shall declare;
For they shall wisely notice take
what these his doings are.
^10In God the righteous shall rejoice,
and trust upon his might;
Yea, they shall greatly glory all
in heart that are upright.