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
.