1: (For the Chief Musician. A Psalm by David.) Hear my voice, God, in my complaint. Preserve my life from fear of the enemy. 2: Hide me from the conspiracy of the wicked, From the noisy crowd of the ones doing evil; 3: Who sharpen their tongue like a sword, And aim their arrows, deadly words, 4: To shoot innocent men from ambushes. They shoot at him suddenly and fearlessly. 5: They encourage themselves in evil plans. They talk about laying snares secretly. They say, "Who will see them?" 6: They plot injustice, saying, "We have made a perfect plan!" Surely man's mind and heart are cunning. 7: But God will shoot at them. They will be suddenly struck down with an arrow. 8: Their own tongues shall ruin them. All who see them will shake their heads. 9: All mankind shall be afraid. They shall declare the work of God, And shall wisely ponder what he has done. 10: The righteous shall be glad in Yahweh, And shall take refuge in him. All the upright in heart shall praise him!
