| 1 | To the chief Musician, a Psalm of David. Hear my voice, O God, in my prayer: preserve my life from fear of the enemy. |
| 2 | Hide me from the secret counsel of the wicked; from the insurrection of the workers of iniquity: |
| 3 | Who whet their tongue like a sword, and bend their bows to shoot their arrows, even bitter words: |
| 4 | That they may shoot in secret at the perfect: suddenly do they shoot at him, and fear not. |
| 5 | They encourage themselves in an evil matter: they commune of laying snares privily; they say, Who will see them? |
| 6 | They search out iniquities; they accomplish a diligent search: both the inward thought of every one of them, and the heart, is deep. |
| 7 | But God shall shoot at them with an arrow; suddenly shall they be wounded. |
| 8 | So they shall make their own tongue to fall upon themselves: all that see them shall flee away. |
| 9 | And all men shall fear, and shall declare the work of God; for they shall wisely consider of his doing. |
| 10 | The righteous shall be glad in the LORD, and shall trust in him; and all the upright in heart shall glory. |