Unto the voice of my complaint

Verse 1

Unto the voice of my complaint, O God, give thou an ear; my life save from the enemy, of whom I stand in fear.

Verse 2

Me from their secret counsel hide who evil-doers be; from noisy tumult of the men that work iniquity:

Verse 3

Who do their tongues with malice whet, and make them cut like swords; in whose bend bows are arrows set, even sharp and bitter words:

Verse 4

That they may at the perfect man in secret aim their shot: yea, suddenly they dare at him to shoot, and fear it not.

Verse 5

In ill encourage they themselves, and close their snares do lay: together conference they have; Who shall them see? they say.

Verse 6

They have searched out iniquities, a perfect search they keep: of each of them the inward thought, and heart, is very deep.

Verse 7

God shall an arrow shoot at them, and wound them suddenly:

Verse 8

so their own tongue shall them confound; all who them see shall fly.

Verse 9

And on all men a fear shall fall, God's works they shall declare; for they shall wisely notice take what these his doings are.

Verse 10

The righteous in the Lord shall joy, and in him trust he shall; and they that upright are in heart shall greatly glory all.