1To the chief musician, a psalm of David. Hear my voice, O God, in my complaint: preserve my life from the dread of the enemy. 2Hide me from the secret counsel of evildoers, from the tumultuous assault of the workers of wickedness; 3Who whet their tongue like a sword, who aim with their arrow, the bitter word: 4To shoot in secret at the innocent; suddenly do they shoot at him, and fear not. 5They encourage themselves in an evil plan; they tell secretly of laying snares: they say, Who will see them? 6They search out iniquities; "We are ready with the carefully searched out device:" and the inward thought and heart of each is deeply hidden. 7But God shooteth at them suddenly his arrow; thence are come their wounds. 8And their own tongues will stumble over themselves: all that look on them will shake their head. 9All men shall fear, and shall declare the deeds of God, and understand his works. 10The righteous shall rejoice in the Lord, and shall trust in him; and all the upright in heart shall glorify themselves.