1. Hear my voice, O God, in my meditation;Preserve my life from fear of the enemy.
2. Hide me from the secret plots of the wicked,From the rebellion of the workers of iniquity,
3. Who sharpen their tongue like a sword,And bend their bows to shoot their arrows—bitter words,
4. That they may shoot in secret at the blameless;Suddenly they shoot at him and do not fear.
5. They encourage themselves in an evil matter;They talk of laying snares secretly;They say, “Who will see them?”
6. They devise iniquities:“We have perfected a shrewd scheme.”Both the inward thought and the heart of man are deep.
7. But God shall shoot at them with an arrow;Suddenly they shall be wounded.