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 who sharpen their tongue like a sword, they tread their arrows, even a bitter word,
4 so that they may shoot at the blameless one from a lurking place; suddenly they shoot at him, and fear not.
5 They encourage themselves in an evil plan; they talk of laying snares secretly; they say, Who shall see them?
6 They search out injustice, saying, We have finished hiding a hidden plot. Yea, the inward part of man and the heart are deep.