For the choirmaster. A Psalm - of David. Hear , O God , my voice of complaint ; preserve my life from dread of the enemy.
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Hide me from the scheming of the wicked , from the mob of workers of iniquity ,
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who sharpen their tongues like swords and aim their bitter words like arrows ,
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ambushing the innocent in seclusion , shooting suddenly , without fear.
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They hold fast to their evil purpose ; they speak of hiding their snares. “ Who will see they say.
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They devise injustice (and say) , “ We have perfected a secret plan. ” For the inner man and the heart are mysterious.
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But God will shoot them with arrows ; suddenly they will be wounded.
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They will be made to stumble , their own tongues turned against them. All who see will shake their heads.
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Then all mankind will fear and proclaim the work of God ; so they will ponder what He has done.
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Let the righteous rejoice in the LORD and take refuge let all the upright in heart exult.
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