2 O God, hear my anguished voice;from a dreadful foe protect my life.
3 Hide me from the malicious crowd,the mob of evildoers.
4 They sharpen their tongues like swords,bend their bows of poison words.
5 They shoot at the innocent from ambush,they shoot him in a moment and do not fear.
6 They resolve on their wicked plan;they conspire to set snares;they say: “Who will see us?”
7 They devise wicked schemes,conceal the schemes they devise;the designs of their hearts are hidden.
8 God shoots an arrow at them;in a moment they are struck down.