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