Hide Me from the Wicked

To the choirmaster. A Psalm of David.

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

preserve my life from dread of the enemy.

²Hide me from nthe secret plots of the wicked,

from the throng of evildoers,

³who owhet their tongues like swords,

who paim bitter words like arrows,

⁴shooting from qambush at the blameless,

shooting at him suddenly and rwithout fear.

⁵They shold fast to their evil purpose;

they talk of tlaying snares secretly,

thinking, u“Who can see them?”

⁶They search out injustice,

saying, “We have accomplished a diligent search.”

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

⁷wBut God shoots his arrow at them;

they are wounded suddenly.

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

all who ysee them will zwag their heads.

⁹Then all mankind yfears;

they atell what God has brought about

and ponder what he has done.

¹⁰Let bthe righteous one rejoice in the Lord

and ctake refuge in him!

Let all dthe upright in heart exult!

O God of Our Salvation

To the choirmaster. A Psalm of David. A Song.

¹Praise eis due to you,1 O God, in Zion,

and to you shall fvows be performed.

²O you who ghear prayer,

to you hshall all flesh come.

³When iiniquities prevail against me,

you jatone for our transgressions.

⁴kBlessed is the one you choose and bring near,

to ldwell in your courts!

We shall be msatisfied with the goodness of your house,

the holiness of your temple!

⁵By nawesome deeds you answer us with righteousness,

O God of our salvation,

the hope of all othe ends of the earth

and of the farthest seas;

⁶the one who by his strength established the mountains,

being pgirded with might;

⁷who qstills the roaring of the seas,

the roaring of their waves,

rthe tumult of the peoples,

⁸so that those who dwell at the ends of the earth are in awe at your signs.

You make the going out of the morning and the evening to shout for joy.

⁹You visit the earth and swater it;2

you greatly enrich it;

tthe river of God is full of water;

uyou provide their grain,

for so you have prepared it.

¹⁰You water its furrows abundantly,

settling its ridges,

softening it with vshowers,

and blessing its growth.

¹¹You crown the year with your bounty;

your wagon tracks woverflow with abundance.

¹²xThe pastures of the wilderness overflow,

the hills ygird themselves with joy,

¹³zthe meadows clothe themselves with flocks,

the valleys deck themselves with grain,

they ashout and sing together for joy.