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