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Psalms
1To the chief Musician, A Psalm of David. Hear my voice, O God, in my prayer: preserve my life from fear of the enemy.2Hide me from the secret counsel of the wicked; from the insurrection of the workers of iniquity:3Who whet their tongue like a sword, and bend their bows to shoot their arrows, even bitter words:4That they may shoot in secret at the perfect: suddenly do they shoot at him, and fear not.5They encourage themselves in an evil matter: they commune of laying snares privily; they say, Who shall see them?6They search out iniquities; they accomplish a diligent search: both the inward thought of every one of them , and the heart, is deep.7But God shall shoot at them with an arrow; suddenly shall they be wounded.8So they shall make their own tongue to fall upon themselves: all that see them shall flee away.9And all men shall fear, and shall declare the work of God; for they shall wisely consider of his doing.10The righteous shall be glad in the LORD, and shall trust in him; and all the upright in heart shall glory.
لإِمَامِ الْمُغَنِّينَ. مَزْمُورٌ لِدَاوُدَ.

1اِسْتَمِعْ، يَا اَللهُ، صَوْتِي فِي شَكْوَايَ، مِنْ خَوْفِ الْعَدُوِّ احْفَظْ حَيَاتِي.2اسْتُرْنِي مِنْ مُؤَامَرَةِ الأَشْرَارِ، مِنْ جُمْهُورِ فَاعِلِي الإِثْمِ،3الَّذِينَ صَقَلُوا أَلْسِنَتَهُمْ كَالسَّيْفِ. فَوَّقُوا سَهْمَهُمْ كَلاَماً مُرّاً4لِيَرْمُوا الْكَامِلَ فِي الْمُخْتَفَى، بَغْتَةً يَرْمُونَهُ وَلاَ يَخْشَوْنَ.5يُشَدِّدُونَ أَنْفُسَهُمْ لأَمْرٍ رَدِيءٍ، يَتَحَادَثُونَ بِطَمْرِ فِخَاخٍ. قَالُوا: مَنْ يَرَاهُمْ؟6يَخْتَرِعُونَ إِثْماً، تَمَّمُوا اخْتِرَاعاً مُحْكَماً، وَدَاخِلُ الإِنْسَانِ وَقَلْبُهُ عَمِيقٌ.

7فَيَرْمِيهِمِ اللهُ بِسَهْمٍ، بَغْتَةً كَانَتْ ضَرْبَتُهُمْ.8وَيُوقِعُونَ أَلْسِنَتَهُمْ عَلَى أَنْفُسِهِمْ، يُنْغِضُ الرَّأْسَ كُلُّ مَنْ يَنْظُرُ إِلَيْهِمْ.9وَيَخْشَى كُلُّ إِنْسَانٍ وَيُخْبِرُ بِفِعْلِ اللهِ وَبِعَمَلِهِ يَفْطَنُونَ.10يَفْرَحُ الصِّدِّيقُ بِالرَّبِّ وَيَحْتَمِي بِهِ وَيَبْتَهِجُ كُلُّ الْمُسْتَقِيمِي الْقُلُوبِ.