¹ To the chief Musician. A Psalm of David. Hear, O¹ God, my voice in my plaint; preserve my life from fear of the enemy:

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² Hide me from the secret counsel of evil-doers, from the tumultuous crowd of the workers of iniquity,

³ Who have sharpened their tongue like a sword, [and] have aimed their arrow, a bitter word;

⁴ That they may shoot in secret at the perfect: suddenly do they shoot at him, and fear not.

⁵ They encourage themselves in an evil matter, they concert to hide snares; they say, Who will see them?

⁶ They devise iniquities: We have it ready, the plan is diligently sought out. And each one's inward [thought] and heart is deep.

⁷ But¹ God will shoot an arrow at them: suddenly are they wounded;

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⁸ By their own tongue they are made to fall over one another: all that see them shall flee away.

⁹ And all men shall fear, and shall declare¹ God's doing; and they shall wisely consider his work.

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¹⁰ The righteous shall rejoice in Jehovah, and trust in him; and all the upright in heart shall glory.