1To the Chief Musician. A Psalm of David. Hear my voice, O God, in my complaint; guard my life from fear of the enemy. 2Hide me from the council of those who injure, from the rebelling of the workers of iniquity, 3who sharpen their tongue like a sword, they tread their arrows, [even] a bitter word, 4so that they may shoot at the blameless one from a lurking place; suddenly they shoot at him, and fear not. 5They encourage themselves [in] an evil plan; they talk of laying snares secretly; they say, Who shall see them? 6They search out injustice, [saying], We have finished hiding a hidden plot. Yea, the inward part of man and [the] heart [are] deep. 7But God shall shoot at them with an arrow; suddenly they shall be wounded. 8So they shall be confounded; their tongue [falls] on themselves; everyone seeing them shall flee. 9And all men shall fear, and shall declare the work of God; for they shall in wisdom think of His doing. 10The righteous shall be glad in the LORD, and shall trust in Him; and all the upright in heart shall glory.