To the Chief Musician. A Psalm of David.
1 Hear my voice, O God, in my meditation;
Preserve my life from fear of the enemy.
2 Hide me from the secret plots of the wicked,
From the rebellion of the workers of iniquity,
3 Who sharpen their tongue like a sword,
And bend their bows to shoot their arrows-bitter words,
4 That they may shoot in secret at the blameless;
Suddenly they shoot at him and do not fear.
5 They encourage themselves in an evil matter;
They talk of laying snares secretly;
They say, "Who will see them?"
6 They devise iniquities:
"We have perfected a shrewd scheme."
Both the inward thought and the heart of man are deep.
7 But God shall shoot at them with an arrow;
Suddenly they shall be wounded.
8 So He will make them stumble over their own tongue;
All who see them shall flee away.
9 All men shall fear,
And shall declare the work of God;
For they shall wisely consider His doing.
10 The righteous shall be glad in the Lord, and trust in Him.
And all the upright in heart shall glory.
MY PRAYER
Father, I know you listen to me and hear me when I call.
To meditate on You, Your word, and Your will is a daily joy.
Keep me safe, dear God, from those who secretly work to destroy me.
They attack with words sharper than razors.
They do not fear Your judgment.
They deceive themselves into thinking that You are unaware of their evil.
I know You are just, O Lord, and will make an example of them.
They will condemn themselves by their own speech.
Others will take heed and learn from their demise.
All should reverence You and honor Your name.
All should trust in You forevermore.
Amen.