See how your enemies rage; your foes proudly raise their heads.
O God, hear my anguished voice; from a dreadful foe protect my life.
For God will hide me in his shelter in time of trouble, He will conceal me in the cover of his tent; and set me high upon a rock.
How great is your goodness, Lord, stored up for those who fear you. You display it for those who trust you, in the sight of the children of Adam.
You who dwell in the shelter of the Most High, who abide in the shade of the Almighty,
All the day they foil my plans; their every thought is of evil against me.
They lurk in ambush like lions in a thicket, hide there to trap the poor, snare them and close the net.
For you have died, and your life is hidden with Christ in God.
Not a single smith was to be found anywhere in Israel, for the Philistines had said, “Otherwise the Hebrews will make swords or spears.”
Come, let us deal shrewdly with them to stop their increase; otherwise, in time of war they too may join our enemies to fight against us, and so leave the land.”
Why do the nations protest and the peoples conspire in vain?