1. 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;