For the Chief Musician. A Psalm by David. Hear my voice, God, in my complaint. Preserve my life from fear of the enemy.
To the chief Musician, A Psalm of David. Hear my voice, O God, in my prayer: preserve my life from fear of the enemy.
Hide me from the conspiracy of the wicked, from the noisy crowd of the ones doing evil;
Hide me from the secret counsel of the wicked; from the insurrection of the workers of iniquity:
who sharpen their tongue like a sword, and aim their arrows, deadly words,
Who whet their tongue like a sword, and bend their bows to shoot their arrows, even bitter words:
to shoot innocent men from ambushes. They shoot at him suddenly and fearlessly.
That they may shoot in secret at the perfect: suddenly do they shoot at him, and fear not.
They encourage themselves in evil plans. They talk about laying snares secretly. They say, “Who will see them?”
They encourage themselves in an evil matter: they commune of laying snares privily; they say, Who shall see them?
They plot injustice, saying, “We have made a perfect plan!” Surely man’s mind and heart are cunning.
They search out iniquities; they accomplish a diligent search: both the inward thought of every one of them , and the heart, is deep.
But God will shoot at them. They will be suddenly struck down with an arrow.
But God shall shoot at them with an arrow; suddenly shall they be wounded.
Their own tongues shall ruin them. All who see them will shake their heads.
So they shall make their own tongue to fall upon themselves: all that see them shall flee away.
All mankind shall be afraid. They shall declare the work of God, and shall wisely ponder what he has done.
And all men shall fear, and shall declare the work of God; for they shall wisely consider of his doing.
The righteous shall be glad in Yahweh, and shall take refuge in him. All the upright in heart shall praise him!
The righteous shall be glad in the LORD, and shall trust in him; and all the upright in heart shall glory.