| | 1 | For the director of music. A psalm of David. Hear me, O God, as I voice my complaint; protect my life from the threat of the enemy. | |
| | 2 | Hide me from the conspiracy of the wicked, from that noisy crowd of evildoers. | |
| | 3 | They sharpen their tongues like swords and aim their words like deadly arrows. | |
| | 4 | They shoot from ambush at the innocent man; they shoot at him suddenly, without fear. | |
| | 5 | They encourage each other in evil plans, they talk about hiding their snares; they say, "Who will see them?" | |
| | 6 | They plot injustice and say, "We have devised a perfect plan!" Surely the mind and heart of man are cunning. | |
| | 7 | But God will shoot them with arrows; suddenly they will be struck down. | |
| | 8 | He will turn their own tongues against them and bring them to ruin; all who see them will shake their heads in scorn. | |
| | 9 | All mankind will fear; they will proclaim the works of God and ponder what he has done. | |
| | 10 | Let the righteous rejoice in the LORD and take refuge in him; let all the upright in heart praise him! | |
