¹To the chief musician. A Psalm of David. O God, hear my voice in my complaint; guard my life from the terror of the enemy. ²Hide me from the council of those who injure, from the tumult of evildoers, ³who sharpen their tongue like a sword; they tread their arrows, a bitter word, ⁴so that they may shoot at the innocent from a lurking place; suddenly they shoot at him, and fear not. ⁵They make themselves strong in an evil plan; they talk of laying snares secretly; they say, Who shall see them? ⁶They search into injustice, saying , We have finished a well laid plan. Yea, the inward part of man and the heart are deep! ⁷But God shall shoot an arrow at them; their wounds shall suddenly appear. ⁸So they shall be confounded; their tongue falls upon themselves; everyone seeing them shall flee. ⁹And all men shall fear and shall declare the work of God; yea, they shall in wisdom consider His work. ¹⁰The righteous shall rejoice in Jehovah, and shall trust in Him; and all the upright in heart shall glory.