| 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. |