Hide Me from the Wicked

To the choirmaster. A Psalm of David.

1 Hear my voice, O God, in my 1complaint; preserve my life from dread of the enemy.
2 Hide me from 2the secret plots of the wicked, from the throng of evildoers,
3 who 3whet their tongues like swords, who 4aim bitter words like arrows,
4 shooting from 5ambush at the blameless, shooting at him suddenly and 6without fear.
5 They 7hold fast to their evil purpose; they talk of 8laying snares secretly, thinking, 9"Who can see them?"
6 They search out injustice, saying, "We have accomplished a diligent search." For 10the inward mind and heart of a man are deep!
7 11But God shoots his arrow at them; they are wounded suddenly.
8 They are brought to ruin, with their own 12tongues turned against them; all who 13see them will 14wag their heads.
9 Then all mankind 15fears; they 16tell what God has brought about and ponder what he has done.
10 Let 17the righteous one rejoice in the LORD and 18take refuge in him! Let all 19the upright in heart exult!
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