1 H ear my voice, O God, in my meditation; Preserve my life from fear of the enemy.

2 H ide me from the secret plots of the wicked, From the rebellion of the workers of iniquity,

3 W ho sharpen their tongue like a sword, And bend their bows to shoot their arrows—bitter words,

4 T hat they may shoot in secret at the blameless; Suddenly they shoot at him and do not fear.

5 T hey encourage themselves in an evil matter; They talk of laying snares secretly; They say, “Who will see them?”

6 T hey devise iniquities: “We have perfected a shrewd scheme.” Both the inward thought and the heart of man are deep.

7 B ut God shall shoot at them with an arrow; Suddenly they shall be wounded.

8 S o He will make them stumble over their own tongue; All who see them shall flee away.

9 A ll men shall fear, And shall declare the work of God; For they shall wisely consider His doing.

10 T he righteous shall be glad in the Lord, and trust in Him. And all the upright in heart shall glory.