⁰To the choirmaster, a psalm of David.

¹God, hear my voice in my complaint; guard my life from the dread of the enemy.

²Hide me from the secret counsel of evildoers, from the throng of those who work wickedness.

³They have sharpened their tongue like a sword; they have bent their arrow, a bitter word.

⁴to shoot from secret places at the blameless; suddenly they shoot at him and are not afraid.

⁵They strengthen for themselves an evil word; they tell of hiding snares; they say, Who will see them?

⁶They devise injustices; we have finished, a plot devised! And the inner being of a person, and the heart, is deep.

⁷But God shoots them with an arrow; suddenly their blows are there.

⁸So their own tongue makes them stumble; all who look on them flee away.

⁹And all humankind feared, and told the deed of God, and considered his work.

¹⁰The righteous will rejoice in Yahweh and take refuge in him; and all the upright of heart will boast.