1To the choirmaster. A Psalm of David. Hear my voice, O God, in my complaint; preserve my life from dread of the enemy. (Ps 55:2)2Hide me from the secret plots of the wicked, from the throng of evildoers, (Ps 55:14)3who whet their tongues like swords, who aim bitter words like arrows, (Ps 11:2; Ps 57:4)4shooting from ambush at the blameless, shooting at him suddenly and without fear. (Ps 10:8; Ps 55:19)5They hold fast to their evil purpose; they talk of laying snares secretly, thinking, “Who can see them?” (Job 22:13; Ps 140:5; Jer 23:14; Eze 13:22)6They search out injustice, saying, “We have accomplished a diligent search.” For the inward mind and heart of a man are deep. (Ps 49:11)7But God shoots his arrow at them; they are wounded suddenly. (Ps 7:12; Ps 58:7)8They are brought to ruin, with their own tongues turned against them; all who see them will wag their heads. (Ps 22:7; Ps 40:3; Pr 12:13; Pr 18:7; Jer 18:16; Jer 48:27)9Then all mankind fears; they tell what God has brought about and ponder what he has done. (Ps 64:8; Jer 50:28; Jer 51:10)10Let the righteous one rejoice in the Lord and take refuge in him! Let all the upright in heart exult! (Job 22:19; Ps 7:10; Ps 11:1; Ps 32:11)