[1] Hear, O God, my voice of complaint; preserve my life from dread of the enemy.
[2] Hide me from the scheming of the wicked, from the mob of workers of iniquity,
[3] who sharpen their tongues like swords and aim their bitter words like arrows,
[4] ambushing the innocent in seclusion, shooting suddenly, without fear.
[5] They hold fast to their evil purpose; they speak of hiding their snares. “Who will see them?” they say.
[6] They devise injustice and say, “We have perfected a secret plan.” For the inner man and the heart are mysterious.
[7] But God will shoot them with arrows; suddenly they will be wounded.
[8] They will be made to stumble, their own tongues turned against them. All who see will shake their heads.
[9] Then all mankind will fear and proclaim the work of God; so they will ponder what He has done.
[10] Let the righteous rejoice in the LORD and take refuge in Him; let all the upright in heart exult.