For the choir director. A Psalm of David.
Preserve my life from dread of the enemy.
From the tumult of those who do iniquity,
They aimed bitter speech as their arrow,
Suddenly they shoot at him, and do not fear.
They talk of laying snares secretly;
They say, “Who can see them?”
“We are ready with a well-conceived plot”;
For the inward thought and the heart of a man are deep.
Suddenly they will be wounded.
Their own tongue is against them;
All who see them will shake the head.
And they will declare the work of God,
And will consider what He has done.
And all the upright in heart will glory.