| 1 | To the Overseer. -- A Psalm of David. Hear, O God, my voice, in my meditation, From the fear of an enemy Thou keepest my life, |
| 2 | Hidest me from the secret counsel of evil doers, From the tumult of workers of iniquity. |
| 3 | Who sharpened as a sword their tongue, They directed their arrow -- a bitter word. |
| 4 | To shoot in secret places the perfect, Suddenly they shoot him, and fear not. |
| 5 | They strengthen for themselves an evil thing, They recount of the hiding of snares, They have said, `Who doth look at it?` |
| 6 | They search out perverse things, `We perfected a searching search,` And the inward part of man, and the heart [are] deep. |
| 7 | And God doth shoot them [with] an arrow, Sudden have been their wounds, |
| 8 | And they cause him to stumble, Against them [is] their own tongue, Every looker on them fleeth away. |
| 9 | And all men fear, and declare the work of God, And His deed they have considered wisely. |
| 10 | The righteous doth rejoice in Jehovah, And hath trusted in Him, And boast themselves do all the upright of heart! |
