With cunning they conspire against your people; they plot against those you cherish.
Hide me from the conspiracy of the wicked, from the plots of evildoers.
For in the day of trouble he will keep me safe in his dwelling; he will hide me in the shelter of his sacred tent and set me high upon a rock.
In the shelter of your presence you hide them from all human intrigues; you keep them safe in your dwelling from accusing tongues.
Whoever dwells in the shelter of the Most High will rest in the shadow of the Almighty.
They conspire, they lurk, they watch my steps, hoping to take my life.
like a lion in cover he lies in wait. He lies in wait to catch the helpless; he catches the helpless and drags them off in his net.
For you died, and your life is now hidden with Christ in God.
Not a blacksmith could be found in the whole land of Israel, because the Philistines had said, “Otherwise the Hebrews will make swords or spears!”
Come, we must deal shrewdly with them or they will become even more numerous and, if war breaks out, will join our enemies, fight against us and leave the country.”
Why do the nations conspire and the peoples plot in vain?