1 For the choir director. A Davidic psalm. God, hear my voice when I complain. Protect my life from the terror of the enemy.
2 Hide me from the scheming of the wicked, from the mob of evildoers,
3 who sharpen their tongues like swords and aim bitter words like arrows,
4 shooting from concealed places at the innocent. They shoot at him suddenly and are not afraid.
5 They encourage each other in an evil plan; they talk about hiding traps and say, "Who will see them?"
6 They devise crimes and say, "We have perfected a secret plan." The inner man and the heart are mysterious.
7 But God will shoot them with arrows; suddenly, they will be wounded.
8 They will be made to stumble; their own tongues work against them. All who see them will shake their heads.
9 Then everyone will fear and will tell about God's work, for they will understand what He has done.
10 The righteous rejoice in the LORD and take refuge in Him; all the upright in heart offer praise.