To the conductor, a melody of David.1Hear my voice, O God, in my complaint; guard my life from the dread of the enemy.2Hide me from the counsel of evildoers and from the scheming of workers of wickedness.3Who have sharpened their tongue like a sword and have aimed their arrow—a bitter word.4They shoot from hiding at the blameless; suddenly they shoot at him and do not fear.5They strengthen themselves with a harmful word; they plot to hide snares and say, "Who sees them?"6They search out injustices; they complete a carefully searched plot within man and a deep heart.7But God shoots an arrow at them suddenly, and their wounds appear.8They cause him to stumble because of their own tongue; all who see them wander about.9Then all mankind fears and declares the work of God, and they understand his deed.10The righteous one rejoices in the LORD and takes refuge in him, and all the upright in heart boast.