Hear my voice, O God, in my prayer;
preserve my life from
fear of the enemy.
Hide me from the gathering together of
the froward, and from the insurrection of wicked doers, who
have whet their tongue like a sword, and shoot out their arrows,
even bitter words, that they may privily shoot at him
that is perfect.
Suddenly do they hit him, and fear not.
They
encourage themselves in mischief, and commune among
themselves, how they may lay snares, and say that no man
shall see them.
They imagine wickedness, and practise it,
that they keep secret among themselves, every man in the
deep of his heart.
But God shall suddenly shoot at them with a swift arrow,
that they shall be wounded.
Yea, their own tongues shall
make them fall, insomuch that whoso seeth them shall laugh
them to scorn.
And all men that see it shall say, This hath
God done;
for they shall perceive that it is his work.
The righteous shall rejoice in the Lord, and put his trust in
him;
and all they that are true of heart shall be glad.