Psalms

1 To the chief musician. A Psalm of David. O God, hear my voice in my complaint; guard my life from the terror of the enemy.

2 Hide me from the counsel of those who injure, from the tumult of evildoers,

3 who sharpen their tongue like a sword; they tread their arrows, a bitter word,

4 so that they may shoot at the innocent from a lurking place; suddenly they shoot at him, and fear not.

5 They make themselves strong in an evil plan; they talk of laying snares secretly; they say, Who shall see them?

6 They search into injustice, saying, We have finished a well laid plan. Yea, the inward part of man and the heart are deep!

7 But God shall shoot an arrow at them; their wounds shall suddenly appear.

8 So they shall be confounded; their tongue falls upon themselves; everyone seeing them shall flee.

9 And all men shall fear and shall declare the work of God; yea, they shall in wisdom consider His work.

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

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