[1] To the choirmaster. A Psalm of David. [2] Hear my voice, O God, in my
complaint; preserve my life from dread of the enemy, [3] hide me from the
secret plots of the wicked, from the scheming of evildoers, [4] who whet
their tongues like swords, who aim bitter words like arrows, [5] shooting
from ambush at the blameless, shooting at him suddenly and without fear.
[6] They hold fast to their evil purpose; they talk of laying snares
secretly, thinking, "Who can see us? [7] Who can search out our crimes? We
have thought out a cunningly conceived plot." For the inward mind and heart
of a man are deep! [8] But God will shoot his arrow at them; they will be
wounded suddenly. [9] Because of their tongue he will bring them to ruin;
all who see them will wag their heads. [10] Then all men will fear; they
will tell what God has wrought, and ponder what he has done. [ (Psalms
64:11) Let the righteous rejoice in the LORD, and take refuge in him! Let
all the upright in heart glory! ]
