YLT(i) 2 Hidest me from the secret counsel of evil doers, From the tumult of workers of iniquity. 3 Who sharpened as a sword their tongue, They directed their arrow—a bitter word. 4 To shoot in secret places the perfect, Suddenly they shoot him, and fear not. 5 They strengthen for themselves an evil thing, They recount of the hiding of snares, They have said, `Who doth look at it?' 6 They search out perverse things, `We perfected a searching search,' And the inward part of man, and the heart are deep.