To the Chief Musician. A Psalm of David.
1 Hear my voice, O God, in my [a]meditation;
Preserve my life from fear of the enemy.
From the rebellion of the workers of iniquity,
And bend their bows to shoot their arrows — bitter words,
Suddenly they shoot at him and do not fear.
They talk of laying snares secretly;
They say, “Who will see them?”
“We have perfected a shrewd scheme.”
Both the inward thought and the heart of man are deep.
Suddenly they shall be wounded.
All who see them shall flee away.
And shall declare the work of God;
For they shall wisely consider His doing.
And all the upright in heart shall glory.