To the Chief Musician. A Psalm of David
1 Hear, O God! my voice in my prayer: From fear of the enemy preserve my life.
2 Hide me from the counsel of malignant men -- From the assembly of tire workers of iniquity.
3 For they have sharpened as a sword their tongue; They have directed for their arrow a bitter word.
4 To shoot in secret at the innocent man: Suddenly they will shoot and not fear.
5 They encourage themselves in an impious action; They talk together of secretly laying snares; They say, |Who shall see them?|
6 They have searched out iniquities, They have accomplished a searching search: And the inward part of each of them and the heart [is] deep.
7 But God shall shoot at them an arrow; Suddenly shall they be wounded.
8 And they shall make their own tongue fall upon themselves, And flee away shall all who see them.
9 And see shall all men, and shall declare the work of God, And his doing they shall understand.
10 Rejoice shall the righteous in Jehovah, and they shall hope in him; And glory shall all the upright in heart.