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

² Hide me from the secret counsel of the wicked; from the insurrection of the workers of iniquity:

³ Who whet their tongue like a sword, and bend their bows to shoot their arrows, even bitter words:

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 commune of laying snares privily; they say, Who shall see them?¹²

1. matter: or, speech.
2. of…: Heb. to hide his snares.

⁶ They search out iniquities; they accomplish a diligent search: both the inward thought of every one of them, and the heart, is deep.¹²

1. they…: or, we are consumed by that which they have throughly searched.
2. a diligent…: Heb. a search searched.

⁷ But God shall shoot at them with an arrow; suddenly shall they be wounded.¹

1. shall they…: Heb. their wound shall be.

⁸ So they shall make their own tongue to fall upon themselves: all that see them shall flee away.

⁹ And all men shall fear, and shall declare the work of God; for they shall wisely consider of his doing.

¹⁰ The righteous shall be glad in Yhwh, and shall trust in him; and all the upright in heart shall glory.