To the chief singer. A psalm of Dawiḏ.

1 Hear my voice, O Elohim, in my meditation;
Guard my life from the threats of the enemy.

2 Hide me from the secret plans of the evil-doers,
From the tumult of the workers of wickedness,

3 Who sharpen their tongue like a sword,
And aim their arrows, a bitter word,

4 To shoot in ambush at someone blameless,
They shoot at him suddenly and do not fear.

5 They arm themselves with an evil word;
They talk of hiding snares;
They have said, “Who sees them?”

6 They search out unrighteousnesses,
“We have perfected a well searched out plan.”
For the inward part of man, and heart, are deep.

7 But Elohim shoots at them with an arrow;
Their wounds shall be sudden.

8 And they cause one to stumble,
Their own tongue is against them;
All who see them flee away.

9 And all men revere,
And declare the work of Elohim.
And they shall wisely consider
What He has done.

10 The righteous rejoice in 𐤉𐤄𐤅𐤄,
And shall take refuge in Him,
And all the upright in heart do praise.