1To him that excelleth. A Psalme of David. Heare my voyce, O God, in my prayer: preserue my life from feare of the enemie. 2Hide me from the conspiracie of the wicked, and from the rage of the workers of iniquitie. 3Which haue whette their tongue like a sword, and shot for their arrowes bitter wordes. 4To shoote at the vpright in secrete: they shoote at him suddenly, and feare not. 5They encourage themselues in a wicked purpose: they commune together to lay snares priuilie, and say, Who shall see them? 6They haue sought out iniquities, and haue accomplished that which they sought out, euen euery one his secret thoughtes, and the depth of his heart. 7But God will shoote an arrowe at them suddenly: their strokes shalbe at once. 8They shall cause their owne tongue to fall vpon them: and whosoeuer shall see them, shall flee away. 9And all men shall see it, and declare the worke of God, and they shall vnderstand, what he hath wrought. 10But the righteous shall be glad in the Lord, and trust in him: and all that are vpright of heart, shall reioyce.