Geneva(i)
1 To him that excelleth. A Psalme of David. Heare my voyce, O God, in my prayer: preserue my life from feare of the enemie.
2 Hide me from the conspiracie of the wicked, and from the rage of the workers of iniquitie.
3 Which haue whette their tongue like a sword, and shot for their arrowes bitter wordes.
4 To shoote at the vpright in secrete: they shoote at him suddenly, and feare not.