To the chief Musician,
A Psalm of David.
Hear my
voice, O God, in my prayer: preserve my life from
fear of the enemy.
02 Hide me from the secret counsel of the wicked;
from the insurrection of the workers of iniquity:
03 Who whet their tongue like a sword, and bend
their bows to shoot their arrows, even bitter
words:
04 That they may shoot in secret at the perfect:
suddenly do they shoot at him, and fear not.
05 They encourage themselves in an evil matter:
they commune of laying snares privily; they say,
Who shall see them?
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06 They search out iniquities; they accomplish a
diligent search: both the inward thought of every
one of them, and the heart, is deep.
07 But God shall shoot at them with an arrow;
suddenly shall they be wounded.
08 So they shall make their own tongue to fall
upon themselves: all that see them shall flee
away.
09 And all men shall fear, and shall declare the
work of God; for they shall wisely consider of
his doing.
10 The righteous shall be glad in the Lord, and
shall trust in him; and all the upright in heart
shall glory.
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