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