1 To the chief musician. A Psalm of David. O God, hear my voice in my complaint; guard my life from the terror of the enemy.
2 Hide me from the council of those who injure, from the tumult of evildoers,
3 who sharpen their tongue like a sword; they tread their arrows, a bitter word,
4 so that they may shoot at the innocent from a lurking place; suddenly they shoot at him, and fear not.
5 They make themselves strong in an evil plan; they talk of laying snares secretly; they say, Who shall see them?
6 They search into injustice, saying , We have finished a well laid plan. Yea, the inward part of man and the heart are deep!
7 But God shall shoot an arrow at them; their wounds shall suddenly appear.
8 So they shall be confounded; their tongue falls upon themselves; everyone seeing them shall flee.
9 And all men shall fear and shall declare the work of God; yea, they shall in wisdom consider His work.
10 The righteous shall rejoice in Jehovah, and shall trust in Him; and all the upright in heart shall glory.