To the chief Musician. A Psalm of David.
1Hear, O God#GodHebrew: Elohim my voice in my plaint; preserve my life from fear of the enemy: 2Hide me from the secret counsel of evil-doers, from the tumultuous crowd of the workers of iniquity, 3Who have sharpened their tongue like a sword, and have aimed their arrow, a bitter word; 4That they may shoot in secret at the perfect: suddenly do they shoot at him, and fear not. 5They encourage themselves in an evil matter, they concert to hide snares; they say, Who will see them? 6They devise iniquities: We have it ready, the plan is diligently sought out. And each one's inward thought and heart is deep.
7But God#GodHebrew: Elohim will shoot an arrow at them: suddenly are they wounded; 8By their own tongue they are made to fall over one another: all that see them shall flee away. 9And all men shall fear, and shall declare God's#GodHebrew: Elohim doing; and they shall wisely consider his work. 10The righteous shall rejoice in Jehovah, and trust in him; and all the upright in heart shall glory.
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