1 Hear my voice, O God, in my lamenting. Preserve my life from the fear of the enemy.
2 Hide me from the secret plots of evildoers, from the unrest of those who do iniquity,
3 who sharpen their tongue like a sword. They bend their bow to shoot their arrows—bitter words,
4 to shoot from their hiding places at the blameless. Suddenly they shoot at him and do not fear.
5 They encourage themselves in the evil matter. They talk of secretly laying snares. They say, “Who will see them?”
6 They carefully plot injustices saying, “We have perfected the perfect plot!” Both the inner thought and heart of a man are deep.
7 But God will shoot them; with an arrow they will suddenly be wounded.