To the chief Musician,
A Psalm
of David.
Hear
my voice,
O God,
in my prayer:
preserve
my life
from fear
of the enemy.
Hide
me from the secret counsel
of the wicked;
from the insurrection
of the workers
of iniquity:
Who whet
their tongue
like a sword,
and bend
their bows to shoot their arrows,
even bitter
words:
That they may shoot
in secret
at the perfect:
suddenly
do they shoot
at him, and fear
not.
They encourage
themselves in an evil
matter:
they commune
of laying
snares
privily;
they say,
Who shall see
them?
They search out
iniquities;
they accomplish
a diligent
search:
both the inward
thought of every one
of them, and the heart,
is deep.
But God
shall shoot
at them with an arrow;
suddenly
shall they be wounded.
So they shall make their own tongue
to fall
upon themselves: all that see
them shall flee away.
And all men
shall fear,
and shall declare
the work
of God;
for they shall wisely consider
of his doing.
The righteous
shall be glad
in the LORD,
and shall trust
in him; and all the upright
in heart
shall glory.
