Hide Me from the Wicked
To the choirmaster. A Psalm of David.
1Hear my voice, O God, in my #Ps. 55:2complaint;
preserve my life from dread of the enemy.
2Hide me from #[Ps. 55:14]the secret plots of the wicked,
from the throng of evildoers,
3who #See Ps. 57:4 whet their tongues like swords,
who #See Ps. 11:2aim bitter words like arrows,
4shooting from #[Ps. 10:8] ambush at the blameless,
shooting at him suddenly and #Ps. 55:19without fear.
5They #Jer. 23:14; Ezek. 13:22 hold fast to their evil purpose;
they talk of #See Ps. 140:5 laying snares secretly,
thinking, #See Job 22:13“Who can see them?”
6They search out injustice,
saying, “We have accomplished a diligent search.”
For #Ps. 49:11the inward mind and heart of a man are deep.
Ps. 7:12, 13; [Ps. 58:7] But God shoots his arrow at them;
they are wounded suddenly.
8They are brought to ruin, with their own #See Prov. 12:13; 18:7 tongues turned against them;
all who #See Ps. 40:3 see them will #Jer. 18:16; 48:27; See Ps. 22:7wag their heads.
9Then all mankind #[See ver. 8 above] fears;
they #Jer. 50:28; 51:10tell what God has brought about
and ponder what he has done.
10Let #See Ps. 32:11; Job 22:19 the righteous one rejoice in the Lord
and #See Ps. 11:1 take refuge in him!
Let all #See Ps. 7:10the upright in heart exult!