Oppressed by the Wicked but Rejoicing in the Lord

To the Chief Musician. A Psalm of David.
  1Hear my voice, O God, in my meditation;
   Preserve my life from fear of the enemy.
   2Hide me from the secret plots of the wicked,
   From the rebellion of the workers of iniquity,
   3Who sharpen their tongue like a sword,
   And bend their bows to shoot their arrows—bitter words,
   4That they may shoot in secret at the blameless;
   Suddenly they shoot at him and do not fear.
  5They encourage themselves in an evil matter;
   They talk of laying snares secretly;
   They say, “Who will see them?”
   6They devise iniquities:
   “We have perfected a shrewd scheme.”
   Both the inward thought and the heart of man are deep.
  7But God shall shoot at them with an arrow;
   Suddenly they shall be wounded.
   8So He will make them stumble over their own tongue;
   All who see them shall flee away.
   9All men shall fear,
   And shall declare the work of God;
   For they shall wisely consider His doing.
  10The righteous shall be glad in the Lord, and trust in Him.
   And all the upright in heart shall glory.