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| 1. | For the Chief Musician. A Psalm by David. |
| 2. | Hear my voice, God, in my complaint. Preserve my life from fear of the enemy. |
| 3. | Hide me from the conspiracy of the wicked, From the noisy crowd of the ones doing evil; |
| 4. | Who sharpen their tongue like a sword, And aim their arrows, deadly words, |
| 5. | To shoot innocent men from ambushes. They shoot at him suddenly and fearlessly. |
| 6. | They encourage themselves in evil plans. They talk about laying snares secretly. They say, "Who will see them?" |
| 7. | They plot injustice, saying, "We have made a perfect plan!" Surely man's mind and heart are cunning. |
| 8. | But God will shoot at them. They will be suddenly struck down with an arrow. |
| 9. | Their own tongues shall ruin them. All who see them will shake their heads. |
| 10. | All mankind shall be afraid. They shall declare the work of God, And shall wisely ponder what he has done. |
| 11. | The righteous shall be glad in Yahweh, And shall take refuge in him. All the upright in heart shall praise him! |