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