Hide Me from the Wicked

^{TO THE CHOIRMASTER. A PSALM OF DAVID}. 

¹ Hear my voice, O God, in my complaint; preserve my life from dread of the enemy.

² Hide me from the secret plots of the wicked, from the throng of evildoers,

³ who whet their tongues like swords, who aim bitter words like arrows,

⁴ shooting from ambush at the blameless, shooting at him suddenly and without fear.

⁵ They hold fast to their evil purpose; they talk of laying snares secretly, thinking, “Who can see them?”

⁶ They search out injustice, saying, “We have accomplished a diligent search.” For the inward mind and heart of a man are deep.

⁷ But God shoots his arrow at them; they are wounded suddenly.

⁸ They are brought to ruin, with their own tongues turned against them; all who y see them will wag their heads.

⁹ Then all mankind fears; they tell what God has brought about and ponder what he has done.

¹⁰ Let the righteous one rejoice in the Lord and take refuge in him! Let all d the upright in heart exult!