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¹ Hear, O God, my voice when I complain, From dread peril by the foe, wilt thou guard my life.² Wilt thou hide me, From the conclave of evil-doers, From the crowd of workers of iniquity.³ Who have sharpened, like a sword, their tongue, Have made ready their arrow - a bitter word;⁴ To shoot, in secret places, at the blameless one, Suddenly they shoot at him, and fear not.⁵ They strengthen for them a wicked word, They talk of hiding snares, They have said, Who can see them?⁶ They devise perverse things, They have completed the device well devised, Both the intent of each one, and the mind, are unsearchable.

⁷ Once let God have shot at them an arrow, Suddenly have appeared their own wounds!⁸ When they were to have ruined another, their tongue smote themselves, All who observe them take flight.⁹ Therefore have all men feared, - And have told the doing of God, And, his work, have considered.¹⁰ The righteous man shall rejoice Yahweh, and seek refuge in him, Then shall glory - all who are upright in heart.