English Revised Version
The Hurtful Tongue
1For the Chief Musician. A Psalm of David. Hear my voice, O God, in my complaint: preserve my life from fear of the enemy.
2Hide me from the secret counsel of evil-doers; from the tumult of the workers of iniquity:
3Who have whet their tongue like a sword, and have aimed their arrows, even bitter words:
4That they may shoot in secret places at the perfect: suddenly do they shoot at him, and fear not.
5They encourage themselves in an evil purpose; they commune of laying snares privily; they say, Who shall see them?
6They search out iniquities; We have accomplished, say they, a diligent search: and the inward thought of every one, and the heart, is deep.
7But God shall shoot at them; with an arrow suddenly shall they be wounded.
8So they shall be made to stumble, their own tongue being against them: all that see them shall wag the head.
9And all men shall fear; and they shall declare the work of God, and 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.
English Revised Version, 1885
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