|1||To the chief music-maker. A Psalm. Of David.
O God, let the voice of my grief come to your ear: keep my life from the fear of those who are against me.
|2||Keep me safe from the secret purpose of wrongdoers; from the band of the workers of evil;|
|3||Who make their tongues sharp like a sword, and whose arrows are pointed, even bitter words;|
|4||So that in secret they may let loose their arrows at the upright, suddenly and unseen.|
|5||They make themselves strong in an evil purpose; they make holes for secret nets; they say, Who will see it,|
|6||Or make discovery of our secret purpose? The design is framed with care; and the inner thought of a man, and his heart, is deep.|
|7||But God sends out an arrow against them; suddenly they are wounded.|
|8||The evil of their tongues is the cause of their fall; all those who see them are shaking their heads at them.|
|9||And in fear men make public the works of God; and giving thought to his acts they get wisdom.|
|10||The upright will be glad in the Lord and have hope in him; and all the lovers of righteousness will give him glory.|