1 Hear my voice, O God, in my meditation;Preserve my life from fear of the enemy.
2 Hide me from the secret plots of the wicked,From the rebellion of the workers of iniquity,
3 Who sharpen their tongue like a sword,And bend their bows to shoot their arrows—bitter words,
4 That they may shoot in secret at the blameless;Suddenly they shoot at him and do not fear.
5 They encourage themselves in an evil matter;They talk of laying snares secretly;They say, “Who will see them?”