 1 To the Chief Musician. A Psalm of David. Hear my voice, O God, in my complaint. Guard my life from fear of the enemy. 2 Hide me from the council of those who injure, from the rebelling of the workers of iniquity. 3 They sharpen their tongue like a sword. They tread their arrows, even a bitter word, 4 They shoot at the blameless from a lurking place. Suddenly they shoot at him and are not afraid. 5 They encourage themselves in an evil plan. They talk of laying snares secretly. They say, Who will see them? 6 They search out injustice, saying, We have finished hiding a hidden plot. Yes, the inward part of man and the heart are deep. 7 But God will shoot at them with an arrow. Suddenly they will be wounded. 8 So they will be confounded. Their tongue falls on themselves. Everyone seeing them will flee. 9 All men shall fear and shall declare the work of God. In wisdom they will think of His doing. 10 The righteous will be glad in the Lord and will trust in Him. All the upright in heart will glory.
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