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. 2Hide me from the secret counsel of the wicked; from the insurrection of the workers of iniquity: 3Who whet their tongue like a sword, and bend their bows to shoot their arrows, even bitter words: 4That they may shoot in secret at the perfect: suddenly do they shoot at him, and fear not. 5They encourage themselves in an evil matter: they speak of laying snares secretly; they say, Who shall see them? ▼
▼matter: or, speech, ▼
▼of...: Heb. to hide his snares6They search out iniquities; they accomplish a diligent search: both the inward thought of every one of them, and the heart, is deep. ▼
▼they...: or, we are consumed by that which they have throughly searched, ▼
▼a diligent...: Heb. a search searched7But God shall shoot at them with an arrow; suddenly shall they be wounded. ▼
▼shall they...: Heb. their wound shall be8So they shall make their own tongue to fall upon themselves: all that see them shall flee away. 9And all men shall fear, and shall declare the work of God; for they shall wisely consider of his doing. 10The righteous shall be glad in the LORD, and shall trust in him; and all the upright in heart shall glory.
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