Hide Me from the Wicked

To the choirmaster. A Psalm of David.

¹Hear my voice, O God, in my complaint;

preserve my life from dread of the enemy.

²Hide me from the secret plots of the wicked,

from the throng of evildoers,

³who whet their tongues like swords,

who aim bitter words like arrows,

⁴shooting from ambush at the blameless,

shooting at him suddenly and without fear.

⁵They hold fast to their evil purpose;

they talk of laying snares secretly,

thinking, “Who can see them?”

⁶They search out injustice,

saying, “We have accomplished a diligent search.”

For the inward mind and heart of a man are deep.

⁷But God shoots his arrow at them;

they are wounded suddenly.

⁸They are brought to ruin, with their own tongues turned against them;

all who see them will wag their heads.

⁹Then all mankind fears;

they tell what God has brought about

and ponder what he has done.

¹⁰Let the righteous one rejoice in the Lord

and take refuge in him!

Let all the upright in heart exult!

O God of Our Salvation

To the choirmaster. A Psalm of David. A Song.

¹Praise is due to you,1 O God, in Zion,

and to you shall vows be performed.

²O you who hear prayer,

to you shall all flesh come.

³When iniquities prevail against me,

you atone for our transgressions.

⁴Blessed is the one you choose and bring near,

to dwell in your courts!

We shall be satisfied with the goodness of your house,

the holiness of your temple!

⁵By awesome deeds you answer us with righteousness,

O God of our salvation,

the hope of all the ends of the earth

and of the farthest seas;

⁶the one who by his strength established the mountains,

being girded with might;

⁷who stills the roaring of the seas,

the roaring of their waves,

the tumult of the peoples,

⁸so that those who dwell at the ends of the earth are in awe at your signs.

You make the going out of the morning and the evening to shout for joy.

⁹You visit the earth and water it;2

you greatly enrich it;

the river of God is full of water;

you provide their grain,

for so you have prepared it.

¹⁰You water its furrows abundantly,

settling its ridges,

softening it with showers,

and blessing its growth.

¹¹You crown the year with your bounty;

your wagon tracks overflow with abundance.

¹²The pastures of the wilderness overflow,

the hills gird themselves with joy,

¹³the meadows clothe themselves with flocks,

the valleys deck themselves with grain,

they shout and sing together for joy.