| 1 | Unto the end, a psalm for David. |
| 2 | Hear, O God, my prayer, when I make supplication to thee: deliver my soul from the fear of the enemy. |
| 3 | Thou hast protected me from the assembly of the malignant; from the multitude of the workers of iniquity. |
| 4 | For they have whetted their tongues like a sword; they have bent their bow a bitter thing, |
| 5 | To shoot in secret the undefiled. |
| 6 | They will shoot at him on a sudden, and will not fear: they are resolute in wickedness. They have talked of hiding snares; they have said: Who shall see them? |
| 7 | They have searched after iniquities: they have failed in their search. Man shall come to a deep heart: |
| 8 | And God shall be exalted. The arrows of children are their wounds: |
| 9 | And their tongues against them are made weak. All that saw them were troubled; |
| 10 | And every man was afraid. And they declared the works of God: and understood his doings. |
| 11 | The just shall rejoice in the Lord, and shall hope in him: and all the upright in heart shall be praised. |
