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."