A Prayer for Protection from Hidden Enemies |
To the chief Musician, A Psalm of David. |
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1 | Hear my voice, O God, in my prayer:
| preserve my life from fear of the enemy. |
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2 | Hide me from the secret counsel of the wicked;
| from the insurrection of the workers of iniquity: |
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3 | who whet their tongue like a sword,
| and bend their bows to shoot their arrows, even bitter words: |
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4 | that they may shoot in secret at the perfect:
| suddenly do they shoot at him, and fear not. |
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5 | They encourage themselves in an evil matter:
| they commune of laying snares privily; | they say, Who shall see them? |
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6 | They search out iniquities;
| they accomplish a diligent search: | both the inward thought of every one of them, and the heart, is deep. |
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7 | But God shall shoot at them with an arrow;
| suddenly shall they be wounded. |
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8 | So they shall make their own tongue to fall upon themselves:
| all that see them shall flee away. |
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9 | And all men shall fear,
| and shall declare the work of God; | for they shall wisely consider of his doing. |
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10 | The righteous shall be glad in the LORD,
| and shall trust in him; | and all the upright in heart shall glory. |
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