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To the chief Musician, A Psalm of David. 
 1 Hear my voice, O God, in my prayer: 
Preserve my life from fear of the enemy. 
 2 Hide me from the secret counsel of the wicked; 
From the insurrection of the workers of iniquity: 
 3 Who whet their tongue like a sword, 
And bend their bows to shoot their arrows, even bitter words: 
 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 commune of laying snares privily; 
They say, Who shall see them? 
 6 They search out iniquities; 
They accomplish a diligent search: 
Both the inward thought of every one of them, and the heart, is deep. 
 7 But God shall shoot at them with an arrow; 
Suddenly shall they be wounded. 
 8 So they shall make their own tongue to fall upon themselves: 
All that see them shall flee away. 
 9 And all men shall fear, 
And shall declare the work of God; 
For they shall wisely consider of his doing. 
 10 The righteous shall be glad in the Lord, and shall trust in him; 
And all the upright in heart shall glory.