UNTO the end, a psalm for David.

2 Hear, O God, my prayer, when I make supplication to thee: deliver my soul from the fear of the enemy. 3 Thou hast protected me from the assembly of the malignant; from the multitude of the workers of iniquity.

4 For they have whetted their tongues like a sword; they have bent their bow, a bitter thing,

5 to shoot in secret the undefiled. 6 They will shoot at him on a sudden, and will not fear: they are resolute in wickedness. They have talked of hiding snares; they have said: Who shall see them?

7 They have searched after iniquities: they have failed in their search. Man shall come to a deep heart:

8 and God shall be exalted. The arrows of children are their wounds:

9 and their tongues against them are made weak. All that saw them were troubled; 10 and every man was afraid. And they declared the works of God: and understood his doings.

11 The just shall rejoice in the Lord, and shall hope in him: and all the upright in heart shall be praised.

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