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| 1. | To the Overseer. -- A Psalm of David. |
| 2. | Hear, O God, my voice, in my meditation, From the fear of an enemy Thou keepest my life, |
| 3. | Hidest me from the secret counsel of evil doers, From the tumult of workers of iniquity. |
| 4. | Who sharpened as a sword their tongue, They directed their arrow -- a bitter word. |
| 5. | To shoot in secret places the perfect, Suddenly they shoot him, and fear not. |
| 6. | They strengthen for themselves an evil thing, They recount of the hiding of snares, They have said, `Who doth look at it?` |
| 7. | They search out perverse things, `We perfected a searching search,` And the inward part of man, and the heart are deep. |
| 8. | And God doth shoot them with an arrow, Sudden have been their wounds, |
| 9. | And they cause him to stumble, Against them is their own tongue, Every looker on them fleeth away. |
| 10. | And all men fear, and declare the work of God, And His deed they have considered wisely. |
| 11. | The righteous doth rejoice in Jehovah, And hath trusted in Him, And boast themselves do all the upright of heart! |