| 1 | For the Chief Musician. A Psalm of David. Hear my voice, O God, in my complaint: Preserve my life from fear of the enemy. |
| 2 | Hide me from the secret counsel of evil-doers, From the tumult of the workers of iniquity; |
| 3 | Who have whet their tongue like a sword, And have aimed their arrows, even bitter words, |
| 4 | That they may shoot in secret places at the perfect: Suddenly do they shoot at him, and fear not. |
| 5 | They encourage themselves in an evil purpose; They commune of laying snares privily; They say, Who will see them? |
| 6 | They search out iniquities; We have accomplished, [say they], a diligent search: And the inward thought and the heart of every one is deep. |
| 7 | But God will shoot at them; With an arrow suddenly shall they be wounded. |
| 8 | So they shall be made to stumble, their own tongue being against them: All that see them shall wag the head. |
| 9 | And all men shall fear; And they shall declare the work of God, And shall wisely consider of his doing. |
| 10 | The righteous shall be glad in Jehovah, and shall take refuge in him; And all the upright in heart shall glory. |