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To the chief Musician. A Psalm of David. 
 1 Hear, O °ElohimGod, my voice in my plaint; preserve my life from fear of the enemy: 
 2 Hide me from the secret counsel of evil-doers, from the tumultuous crowd of the workers of iniquity, 
 3 Who have sharpened their tongue like a sword, [and] have aimed their arrow, a bitter word; 
 4 That they may shoot in secret at the perfect: suddenly do they shoot at him, and fear not. 
 5 They encourage themselves in an evil matter, they concert to hide snares; they say, Who will see them? 
 6 They devise iniquities: We have it ready, the plan is diligently sought out. And each one's inward [thought] and heart is deep. 
 7 But °ElohimGod will shoot an arrow at them: suddenly are they wounded; 
 8 By their own tongue they are made to fall over one another: all that see them shall flee away. 
 9 And all men shall fear, and shall declare °ElohimGod's doing; and they shall wisely consider his work. 
 10 The righteous shall rejoice in Jehovah, and trust in him; and all the upright in heart shall glory.