1 Hear my voice, O God, in my complaint; Preserve my life from dread of the enemy.

2 Hide me from the secret counsel of evildoers, From the tumult of those who do iniquity,

3 Who have sharpened their tongue like a sword. They aimed bitter speech as their arrow,

4 To shoot from concealment at the blameless; Suddenly they shoot at him, and do not fear.

5 They hold fast to themselves an evil purpose; They talk of laying snares secretly; They say, "Who can see them?"

6 They devise injustices, saying, "We are ready with a well-conceived plot"; For the inward thought and the heart of a man are deep.

7 But God will shoot at them with an arrow; Suddenly they will be wounded.

8 So they will make him stumble; Their own tongue is against them; All who see them will shake the head.

9 Then all men will fear, And they will declare the work of God, And will consider what He has done.