Hear my voice, O God, within my complaint; Preserve my life from terror of the foe. Hide me from the secret plots of evil, From the restless crowd whose hatred grows. They sharpen every tongue like hidden weapons, Shoot bitter words where innocent ones stand. They encourage one another in their snares, Thinking no one sees or understands. They search the depths of carefully planned darkness, And boast that every scheme is buried deep. But God will loose an arrow without warning; Their own tongues will bring them to defeat. All who see will fear and tell His doing. Wise hearts will consider what is shown. Let the righteous gladly trust the Lord; Let the upright glory in Him alone.