Hide Me from the Wicked

To the choirmaster. A Psalm of David.

¹Hear my voice, O God, in my complaint;

preserve my life from dread of the enemy.

²Hide me from the secret plots of the wicked,

from the throng of evildoers,

³who whet their tongues like swords,

who aim bitter words like arrows,

⁴shooting from ambush at the blameless,

shooting at him suddenly and without fear.

⁵They hold fast to their evil purpose;

they talk of laying snares secretly,

thinking, “Who can see them?”

⁶They search out injustice,

saying, “We have accomplished a diligent search.”

For the inward mind and heart of a man are deep.

⁷But God shoots his arrow at them;

they are wounded suddenly.

⁸They are brought to ruin, with their own tongues turned against them;

all who see them will wag their heads.

⁹Then all mankind fears;

they tell what God has brought about

and ponder what he has done.

¹⁰Let the righteous one rejoice in the Lord

and take refuge in him!

Let all the upright in heart exult!