1 {To the Chanter, a Psalm of David} Hear my voice, O God, in my complaint; preserve my life from fear of the enemy.
2 Hide me from the gathering together of the froward, and from the insurrection of wicked doers,
3 who have whet their tongue like a sword, and shoot out their arrows, even bitter words,
4 That they may privily hurt the innocent, and suddenly hit him without any fear.
5 They have devised mischief, and communed among themselves how they may lay snares. "Tush," say they, "Who shall see them?"
6 They imagine wickedness, and keep it secret among themselves; every man in the deep of his heart.