Oppressed by the Wicked but Rejoicing in the LORD

HEAR my voice, O God, in my meditation;

Preserve my life from fear of the enemy.

Hide me from the secret counsel of the wicked,

From the insurrection of the workers of inquity,

Who sharpen their tongue like a sword,

And bend their bows to shoot their 

arrows - bitter words,

That they may shoot in secret at the blameless;

Suddenly they shoot at him and do not fear.

They encourage themselves in an evil matter;

They talk off laying snares secretly;

They say , " Who will see them?"

They devise inquities:

" We have perfected a shrewd scheme."

Both the inward thought and the 

heart of man are deep.

But God shall shoot at them with an arrow;

Suddenly they shall be wounded.

So He will make them stumble over 

their own tongue;

All who see them shall flee away.

All men shall fear,

And shall declare the work of God;

For they shall wisely consider His doing.

The righteous shall be glad in the 

LORD, and trust in Him.

And all the upright in heart shall glory.