Study Desk

For the choir director. A Davidic psalm.

God, hear my voice when I complain.^(a) Protect my life from the terror of the enemy.^(b)

Hide me from the scheming of wicked people,^(c) from the mob of evildoers,^(d)

who sharpen their tongues like swords and aim bitter words like arrows,^(e)

shooting from concealed places at the innocent. They shoot at him suddenly and are not afraid.^(f)

They encourage each other in an evil plan;^[a][b] they talk about hiding traps and say, "Who will see them?"^[c](g)

They devise crimes and say, "We have perfected a secret plan."^(h) The inner man and the heart are mysterious.

But God will shoot them with arrows; suddenly, they will be wounded.⁽ⁱ⁾

They will be made to stumble; their own tongues work against them. All who see them will shake their heads.^(j)

Then everyone will fear and will tell about God's work, for they will understand what He has done.^(k)

The righteous one rejoices in the Lord and takes refuge in Him; all those who are upright in heart will offer praise.^(l)