Bible Languages

Indian Language Bible Word Collections

1	To the Chief Musician. A Psalm of David. Hear my voice, O God, in my meditation; Preserve my life from fear of the enemy.

2	Hide me from the secret plots of the wicked, From the rebellion of the workers of iniquity,

3	Who sharpen their tongue like a sword, And bend [their bows to shoot] their arrows -- bitter words,

4	That they may shoot in secret at the blameless; Suddenly they shoot at him and do not fear.

5	They encourage themselves [in] an evil matter; They talk of laying snares secretly; They say, "Who will see them?"

6	They devise iniquities: "We have perfected a shrewd scheme." Both the inward thought and the heart of man are deep.

7	But God shall shoot at them [with] an arrow; Suddenly they shall be wounded.

8	So He will make them stumble over their own tongue; All who see them shall flee away.

9	All men shall fear, And shall declare the work of God; For they shall wisely consider His doing.

10	The righteous shall be glad in the LORD, and trust in Him. And all the upright in heart shall glory.