1 T o the Overseer. -- A Psalm of David. Hear, O God, my voice, in my meditation, From the fear of an enemy Thou keepest my life,

2 H idest me from the secret counsel of evil doers, From the tumult of workers of iniquity.

3 W ho sharpened as a sword their tongue, They directed their arrow -- a bitter word.

4 T o shoot in secret places the perfect, Suddenly they shoot him, and fear not.

5 T hey strengthen for themselves an evil thing, They recount of the hiding of snares, They have said, `Who doth look at it?'

6 T hey search out perverse things, `We perfected a searching search,' And the inward part of man, and the heart deep.

7 A nd God doth shoot them an arrow, Sudden have been their wounds,

8 A nd they cause him to stumble, Against them their own tongue, Every looker on them fleeth away.

9 A nd all men fear, and declare the work of God, And His deed they have considered wisely.

10 T he righteous doth rejoice in Jehovah, And hath trusted in Him, And boast themselves do all the upright of heart!