- Hear my voice, O God, in my complaint; Preserve my life from dread of the enemy.
- Hide me from the secret counsel of evildoers, From the tumult of those who do iniquity,
- Who have sharpened their tongue like a sword They aimed bitter speech as their arrow,
- To shoot from concealment at the blameless; Suddenly they shoot at him, and do not fear.
- They hold fast to themselves an evil purpose; They talk of laying snares secretly; They say, "Who can see them?"
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