Hear my prayer, O God, when I make supplication to thee : * preserve my
soul from
the fear of the enemy.
2 Thou hast protected me from the gathering together of the froward, * and from the
multitude of wicked doers.
3 Who have whet their tongue like a sword, * and have bent
their bow a bitter thing, to shoot out their
arrows in secret at the undefiled.
4 They shall shoot at him on a sudden, and shall not fear : *
they are resolute in wickedness.
5 They have communed among
themselves, how they may lay snares; * and they have said, Who shall see
them?
6 They have searched after wickedness : * they have failed
in their search.
7 Man shall come to the deep of his heart : * and God shall be
exalted.
8 The arrows of children are their wounds : * yea, their
tongues shall make them fall.
9 All they that saw them were troubled : * and every man
feared.
10 And they have declared the works of God : * and understood
that which he hath done.
11 The righteous shall rejoice in the Lord, and put his trust in
him; * and all they that are true of heart shall be glad.
Here is not said Glory be.
