1 1 1 For the director of music. A psalm of David.
1 Hear me, O God, as I voice my complaint; 1 protect my life from the threat of the enemy.
2 Hide me from the conspiracy of the wicked, 2 from that noisy crowd of evildoers.
3 They sharpen their tongues like swords 3 and aim their words like deadly arrows.
4 They shoot from ambush at the innocent man; 4 they shoot at him suddenly, without fear.
5 They encourage each other in evil plans, 5 they talk about hiding their snares; 5 they say, "Who will see them[a] ?"
6 They plot injustice and say, 6 "We have devised a perfect plan!" 6 Surely the mind and heart of man are cunning.
7 But God will shoot them with arrows; 7 suddenly they will be struck down.
8 He will turn their own tongues against them 8 and bring them to ruin; 8 all who see them will shake their heads in scorn.
9 All mankind will fear; 9 they will proclaim the works of God 9 and ponder what he has done.
10 Let the righteous rejoice in the Lord 10 and take refuge in him; 10 let all the upright in heart praise him!
