Unto the end: a Psalm of David.
Hear my prayer, O God, when I make supplication unto Thee; rescue my soul from fear of the enemy.
Shelter me from the assembly of the wicked, from the multitude of the workers of unrighteousness.
They have whetted their tongues like a sword, they have bent their bow, a bitter thing, that they may shoot in secret at the blameless.
Suddenly will they will shoot at him, and will not fear; they have strengthened themselves with a wicked word.
They have communed of laying snares privily; they said, Who shall see them? They searched out iniquity; they wearied themselves with a diligent search.
A man shall draw near, and the heart is deep; and God shall be exalted.
As an arrow of babes are their blows, and their tongues were weakened against them.
All that saw them were troubled, and every man feared.
And they declared the works of God, and understood His doings.
The righteous shall be glad in the Lord, and shall hope in Him, and all the upright in heart shall be praised.