The Book of Psalms

Unto the end, a psalm for David.

Hear O God, my prayer, when I make supplication to thee: deliver my soul from the fear of the enemy.

Thou hast protected me from the assembly of the malignant; from the multitude of the workers of iniquity.

For they have whetted their tongues like a sword; they have bent their bow a bitter thing,

To shoot in secret the undefiled.

They will shoot at him on a sudden, and will not fear: they are resolute in wickedness. They have talked of hiding snares; they have said: Who shall see them?

They have searched after iniquities: they have failed in their search. Man shall come to a deep heart:

And God shall be exalted. The arrows of children are their wounds:

And their tongues against them are made weak. All that saw them were troubled;

And every man was afraid. And they declared the works of God, and understood his doings.

The just shall rejoice in the Lord, and shall hope in him: and all the upright in heart shall be praised.