To the chief Musician, A Psalmof David. Hearmy voice, O God, in my prayer: preservemy lifefrom fearof the enemy. Hideme from the secret counselof the wicked; from the insurrectionof the workersof iniquity: Whowhettheir tonguelike a sword, and bend their bows to shoot their arrows, even bitterwords: That they may shootin secretat the perfect: suddenlydo they shootat him, and fearnot. They encouragethemselves in an evilmatter: they communeof laying snares privily; they say, Whoshall seethem? They search outiniquities; they accomplisha diligent search: both the inward thought of every one of them , and the heart, is deep. But Godshall shootat them with an arrow; suddenlyshall they bewounded. So they shall make their own tongueto falluponthemselves: allthat seethem shall flee away. And allmenshall fear, and shall declarethe workof God; for they shall wisely considerof his doing. The righteousshall be gladin the LORD, and shall trustin him; and allthe uprightin heartshall glory.