Psalm 63:1-8

Unto the end. A Psalm of David. Hear, O God, my prayer of supplication. Rescue my soul from the fear of the enemy. You have protected me from the assembly of the malignant, from a multitude of workers of iniquity. For they have sharpened their tongues like a sword; they have formed their bow into a bitter thing, so that they may shoot arrows from hiding at the immaculate. They will suddenly shoot arrows at him, and they will not be afraid. They are resolute in their wicked talk. They have discussed hidden snares. They have said, "Who will see them?" They have been searching carefully for iniquities. Their exhaustive search has failed. Man will approach with a deep heart, and God will be exalted. The arrows of the little ones have become their wounds