For the choir director. A Psalm of David. ¹ Hear my voice, O God, in my complaint;
Preserve my life from dread of the enemy. ² Hide me from the secret counsel of evildoers,
From the tumult of those who do iniquity, ³ Who have sharpened their tongue like a sword.
They aimed bitter speech as their arrow, ⁴ To shoot from concealment at the blameless;
Suddenly they shoot at him, and do not fear. ⁵ They hold fast to themselves an evil purpose;
They talk of laying snares secretly;
They say, “Who can see them?” ⁶ They devise injustices, saying,
“We are ready with a well-conceived plot”;
For the inward thought and the heart of a man are deep. ⁷ But God will shoot at them with an arrow;
Suddenly they will be wounded. ⁸ So they will make him stumble;
Their own tongue is against them;
All who see them will shake the head. ⁹ Then all men will fear,
And they will declare the work of God,
And will consider what He has done. ¹⁰ The righteous man will be glad in the LORD and will take refuge in Him;
And all the upright in heart will glory.