1«To the chief Musician, A Psalm of David.» Hear my voice, O God, in my prayer: preserve my life from fear of the enemy. 2Hide me from the secret counsel of the wicked; from the insurrection of the workers of iniquity: 3Who whet their tongue like a sword, [and] bend [their bows to shoot] their arrows, [even] bitter words: 4That they may shoot in secret at the perfect: suddenly do they shoot at him, and fear not. 5They encourage themselves [in] an evil matter: they commune of laying snares privily; they say, Who shall see them? 6They search out iniquities; they accomplish a diligent search: both the inward [thought] of every one [of them], and the heart, [is] deep. 7But God will shoote an arrowe at them suddenly: their strokes shalbe at once. 8So they shall make their own tongue to fall upon themselves: all that see them shall flee away. 9And all men shall see it, and declare the worke of God, and they shall vnderstand, what he hath wrought. 10The righteous shall be glad in the LORD, and shall trust in him; and all the upright in heart shall glory.