2 O God, let the voice of my grief come to your ear: keep my life from the fear of those who are against me.
3 Keep me safe from the secret purpose of wrongdoers; from the band of the workers of evil;
4 Who make their tongues sharp like a sword, and whose arrows are pointed, even bitter words;
5 So that in secret they may let loose their arrows at the upright, suddenly and unseen.
6 They make themselves strong in an evil purpose; they make holes for secret nets; they say, Who will see it,
7 Or make discovery of our secret purpose? The design is framed with care; and the inner thought of a man, and his heart, is deep.
8 But God sends out an arrow against them; suddenly they are wounded.
