Hide Me from the Wicked
To the choirmaster. A Psalm of David.
1 Hear my voice, O God, in my Ps. 55:2complaint;
preserve my life from dread of the enemy.
2 Hide me from [Ps. 55:14]the secret plots of the wicked,
from the throng of evildoers,
3 who See Ps. 57:4whet their tongues like swords,
who See Ps. 11:2aim bitter words like arrows,
4 shooting from [Ps. 10:8] ambush at the blameless,
shooting at him suddenly and Ps. 55:19without fear.
5 They Jer. 23:14;Ezek. 13:22hold fast to their evil purpose;
they talk of See Ps. 140:5laying snares secretly,
thinking, See Job 22:13"Who can see them?"
6 They search out injustice,
saying, "We have accomplished a diligent search."
For Ps. 49:11the inward mind and heart of a man are deep.
7 Ps. 7:12,13;[Ps. 58:7]But God shoots his arrow at them;
they are wounded suddenly.
8 They are brought to ruin, with their own See Prov. 12:13;18:7tongues turned against them;
all who See Ps. 40:3see them will Jer. 18:16;48:27;See Ps. 22:7wag their heads.
9 Then all mankind [See ver. 8above] fears;
they Jer. 50:28;51:10tell what God has brought about
and ponder what he has done.
10 Let See Ps. 32:11;Job 22:19the righteous one rejoice in the Lord
and See Ps. 11:1take refuge in him!
Let all See Ps. 7:10the upright in heart exult!