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| 1. | {To the chief Musician. A Psalm of David.} |
| 2. | Hear, O God, my voice in my plaint; preserve my life from fear of the enemy: |
| 3. | Hide me from the secret counsel of evil-doers, from the tumultuous crowd of the workers of iniquity, |
| 4. | Who have sharpened their tongue like a sword, and have aimed their arrow, a bitter word; |
| 5. | That they may shoot in secret at the perfect: suddenly do they shoot at him, and fear not. |
| 6. | They encourage themselves in an evil matter, they concert to hide snares; they say, Who will see them? |
| 7. | They devise iniquities: We have it ready, the plan is diligently sought out. And each one`s inward thought and heart is deep. |
| 8. | But God will shoot an arrow at them: suddenly are they wounded; |
| 9. | By their own tongue they are made to fall over one another: all that see them shall flee away. |
| 10. | And all men shall fear, and shall declare God`s doing; and they shall wisely consider his work. |
| 11. | The righteous shall rejoice in Jehovah, and trust in him; and all the upright in heart shall glory. |