JuliaSmith(i) 1 To the overseer; chanting to David. Hear, O God, my voice in my complaint: thou wilt guard my life from the fear of the enemy. 2 Thou wilt cover me from the consultation of evil ones; from the crowd of the workers of vanity: 3 Who sharpened as a sword their tongue, they bent their arrows a bitter word: 4 To shoot down the blameless one in secret things: suddenly they will shoot, and they will not be afraid. 5 They will strengthen to themselves an evil word: they will recount to hide snares; they said, Who shall see them 6 They will search out iniquities; they completed a search searched out: and a man drew near, and a deep heart. 7 God shall be exalted; their blows were the arrow of the simple. 8 And they will cause their tongue to falter upon themselves: all looking upon them shall be moved. 9 And all men shall fear, and they shall announce the work of God: and they shall look at his doing. 10 The just one shall rejoice in Jehovah, and he put his trust in him; and all the upright of heart shall glory.