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 counsel of the wicked,
from the insurrection 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 blamemless;
suddenly they shoot at 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 iniquites: "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.
