1 To the chief Musician. A Psalm of David. Hear, O God, my voice in my plaint; preserve my life from fear of the enemy: 2 Hide me from the secret counsel of evil-doers, from the tumultuous crowd of the workers of iniquity, 3 Who have sharpened their tongue like a sword, and have aimed their arrow, a bitter word; 4 That they may shoot in secret at the perfect: suddenly do they shoot at him, and fear not. 5 They encourage themselves in an evil matter, they concert to hide snares; they say, Who will see them? 6 They devise iniquities: We have it ready, the plan is diligently sought out. And each one's inward thought and heart is deep. 7 But God will shoot an arrow at them: suddenly are they wounded; 8 By their own tongue they are made to fall over one another: all that see them shall flee away. 9 And all men shall fear, and shall declare God's doing; and they shall wisely consider his work. 10 The righteous shall rejoice in Jehovah, and trust in him; and all the upright in heart shall glory.