The Book of Psalms
Psalm 64
To the chief Musician. A Psalm of David.
Hear, O God, my voice in my plaint; preserve my life from fear of the enemy:
Hide me from the secret counsel of evil-doers, from the tumultuous crowd of the workers of iniquity,
Who have sharpened their tongue like a sword, [and] have aimed their arrow, a bitter word;
That they may shoot in secret at the perfect: suddenly do they shoot at him, and fear not.
They encourage themselves in an evil matter, they concert to hide snares; they say, Who will see them?