1.	To the chief music-maker. A Psalm. Of David.
2.	O God, let the voice of my grief come to your ear: keep my life from the fear of those who are against me.
3.	Keep me safe from the secret purpose of wrongdoers; from the band of the workers of evil;
4.	Who make their tongues sharp like a sword, and whose arrows are pointed, even bitter words;
5.	So that in secret they may let loose their arrows at the upright, suddenly and unseen.
6.	They make themselves strong in an evil purpose; they make holes for secret nets; they say, Who will see it,
7.	Or make discovery of our secret purpose? The design is framed with care; and the inner thought of a man, and his heart, is deep.
8.	But God sends out an arrow against them; suddenly they are wounded.
9.	The evil of their tongues is the cause of their fall; all those who see them are shaking their heads at them.
10.	And in fear men make public the works of God; and giving thought to his acts they get wisdom.
11.	The upright will be glad in the Lord and have hope in him; and all the lovers of righteousness will give him glory.