The Book of Psalms

[To the chief musician. A Psalm of David.] O God, hear my voice in my complaint; guard my life from the terror of the enemy.

Hide me from the council of those who injure, from the tumult of evildoers,

who sharpen their tongue like a sword; they tread their arrows, a bitter word,

so that they may shoot at the innocent from a lurking place; suddenly they shoot at him, and fear not.

They make themselves strong [in] an evil plan; they talk of laying snares secretly; they say, Who shall see them?

They search into injustice, [saying], We have finished a [well] laid plan. Yea, the inward part of man and [the] heart [are] deep!

But God shall shoot an arrow at them; their wounds shall suddenly appear.

So they shall be confounded; their tongue [falls] upon themselves; everyone seeing them shall flee.

And all men shall fear and shall declare the work of God; yea, they shall in wisdom consider His work.

The righteous shall rejoice in Jehovah, and shall trust in Him; and all the upright in heart shall glory.