1 For the Chief Musician. A Psalm of David. Hear my voice, O God, in my complaint: Preserve my life from fear of the enemy.2 Hide me from the secret counsel of evildoers, From the tumult of the workers of iniquity;3 Who have whet their tongue like a sword, And have aimed their arrows, even bitter words,4 That they may shoot in secret places at the perfect: Suddenly they shoot at him, and aren't afraid.5 They encourage themselves in an evil purpose; They commune of laying snares secretly; They say, Who will see them?6 They search out iniquities; We have accomplished, [they say], a diligent search: And the inward thought and the heart of a man is deep.7 But God will shoot at them; With an arrow they will suddenly be wounded.8 And they made their own tongue stumble against themselves: All who see them will wag the head.9 And all of man will fear; And they will declare the work of God, And will wisely consider of his doing.10 The righteous will be glad in Yahweh, and will take refuge in him; And all the upright in heart will glory.