Me from their secret counsel hide who do live wickedly; From insurrection of those men that work iniquity:
Lord, free me from my foes; I flee to thee to cover me.
Do thou deliver me from them that work iniquity; And give me safety from the men of bloody cruelty.
In secret of thy presence thou shalt hide them from man's pride: From strife of tongues thou closely shalt, as in a tent, them hide.
For he in his pavilion shall me hide in evil days; In secret of his tent me hide, and on a rock me raise.
They meet, they lurk, they mark my steps, waiting my soul to kill.
O Lord, how are my foes increas'd? against me many rise.
Kings of the earth do set themselves, and princes are combin'd, To plot against the Lord, and his Anointed, saying thus,