1 Hear, God, as I express my concern; protect me from fear of the enemy. 2 Hide me from the secret plots of the wicked, from the mob of those who practice evil, 3 who sharpen their tongues like swords, and aim their bitter words like arrows, 4 shooting at the innocent from concealment. Suddenly they shoot, fearing nothing. 5 They concoct an evil scheme for themselves; they enumerate their hidden snares; they say, "Who will see them?" 6 They devise wicked schemes, saying, "We have completed our plans, hiding them deep in our hearts."
7 But God shot an arrow at them, and they were wounded immediately. 8 They tripped over their own tongues, and everyone who was watching ran away. 9 Everyone was gripped with fear and acknowledged God's deeds, understanding what he had done.