The Hurtful Tongue

1{To the chief Musician. A Psalm of David.} Hear, O God, my voice in my plaint; preserve my life from fear of the enemy:

2Hide me from the secret counsel of evil-doers, from the tumultuous crowd of the workers of iniquity,

3Who have sharpened their tongue like a sword, [and] have aimed their arrow, a bitter word;

4That they may shoot in secret at the perfect: suddenly do they shoot at him, and fear not.

5They encourage themselves in an evil matter, they concert to hide snares; they say, Who will see them?

6They devise iniquities: We have it ready, the plan is diligently sought out. And each one's inward [thought] and heart is deep.

7But God will shoot an arrow at them: suddenly are they wounded;

8By their own tongue they are made to fall over one another: all that see them shall flee away.

9And all men shall fear, and shall declare God's doing; and they shall wisely consider his work.

10The righteous shall rejoice in Jehovah, and trust in him; and all the upright in heart shall glory.