A Prayer for Protection from Hidden Enemies
To the chief Musician, A Psalm of David.
1Hear my voice, O God, in my prayer:
preserve my life from fear of the enemy.
2Hide me from the secret counsel of the wicked;
from the insurrection of the workers of iniquity:
3who whet their tongue like a sword,
and bend their bows to shoot their arrows, even bitter words:
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 commune of laying snares privily;
they say, Who shall see them?
6They search out iniquities;
they accomplish a diligent search:
both the inward thought of every one of them, and the heart, is deep.
7But God shall shoot at them with an arrow;
suddenly shall they be wounded.
8So they shall make their own tongue to fall upon themselves:
all that see them shall flee away.
9And all men shall fear,
and shall declare the work of God;
for they shall wisely consider of his doing.
10The righteous shall be glad in the Lord,
and shall trust in him;
and all the upright in heart shall glory.