1 For the music director, a psalm of David.
2 Hear my voice, O God, in my complaint. Protect my life from terror of the enemy.
3 Hide me from the conspiracy of evildoers, from the tumult of workers of iniquity,
4 who sharpened their tongue like a sword, and aimed their arrow—bitter words,
5 to shoot from hiding at the innocent, shooting suddenly at him, with no fear.
6 They are firming up their evil plan. They talk about setting secret traps. They asked, “Who would see them?”