1 To the Overseer. -- A Psalm of David. Hear, O God, my voice, in my meditation, From the fear of an enemy Thou keepest my life, 2 Hidest me from the secret counsel of evil doers, From the tumult of workers of iniquity. 3 Who sharpened as a sword their tongue, They directed their arrow -- a bitter word. 4 To shoot in secret places the perfect, Suddenly they shoot him, and fear not. 5 They strengthen for themselves an evil thing, They recount of the hiding of snares, They have said, 'Who doth look at it?' 6 They search out perverse things, 'We perfected a searching search,' And the inward part of man, and the heart are deep.
7 And God doth shoot them with an arrow, Sudden have been their wounds, 8 And they cause him to stumble, Against them is their own tongue, Every looker on them fleeth away. 9 And all men fear, and declare the work of God, And His deed they have considered wisely.