March 20, 2014
O hear me, my God, as I cry unto You,
Preserve me from plans which the wicked will do.
O hide me when enemies seek to do wrong,
And shelter me safe from the plots of the strong.
For they do all kinds of insidious things,
They sharpen their tongues to unleash deadly stings.
They shoot from an ambush the innocent one,
They shoot at him quickly, and fear have they none.
They bolster each other in their evil plans,
They hide snares and say, “Who will know our commands?”
They plot great injustice; say, “We won’t be found.”
The cunning of man’s heart and mind knows no bound.
But God will shoot arrows at their hidden place,
And they will be struck down, and found in disgrace.
Their own tongues will witness and make them forlorn,
And all those who see them regard them with scorn.
All people will tell of the works of the Lord;
Take refuge in Him and the might of His sword.
The righteous rejoice and will ponder with fear;
The upright will praise Him and dare to draw near.