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