1 To the overseer; chanting to David. Hear, O God, my voice in my complaint: thou wilt guard my life from the fear of the enemy.
2 Thou wilt cover me from the consultation of evil ones; from the crowd of the workers of vanity:
3 Who sharpened as a sword their tongue, they bent their arrows a bitter word:
4 To shoot down the blameless one in secret things: suddenly they will shoot, and they will not be afraid.
5 They will strengthen to themselves an evil word: they will recount to hide snares; they said, Who shall see them
6 They will search out iniquities; they completed a search searched out: and a man drew near, and a deep heart.