| 1 ¶ To the chief Musician, A Psalm of David. Hear my voice, O God, in my prayer: preserve my life from fear of the enemy.
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| 2 Hide me from the secret counsel of the wicked; from the insurrection of the workers of iniquity:
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| 3 Who whet their tongue like a sword, and bend their bows to shoot their arrows, even bitter words:
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| 4 That they may shoot in secret at the perfect: suddenly do they shoot at him, and fear not.
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| 5 They encourage themselves in an evil matter:1 they commune of2 laying snares privily; they say, Who shall see them?
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| 6 They search out iniquities; they3 accomplish a diligent4 search: both the inward thought of every one of them, and the heart, is deep.
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| 7 ¶ But God shall shoot at them with an arrow; suddenly shall they5 be wounded.
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| 8 So they shall make their own tongue to fall upon themselves: all that see them shall flee away.
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| 9 And all men shall fear, and shall declare the work of God; for they shall wisely consider of his doing.
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| 10 The righteous shall be glad in the LORD, and shall trust in him; and all the upright in heart shall glory.
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