They craftily plot against Your people, And conspire against Your treasured ones.
He lies in wait in a secret place, as a lion in his den; He lies in wait to catch the poor; He catches the poor, drawing him into his net.
Why do the gentiles rage, And the peoples meditate emptiness?
For in the day of evil He hides me in His booth; In the covering of His Tent He hides me; On a rock He raises me up.
In the secrecy of Your presence You shall hide them from the plots of man; You shelter them in a booth from the strife of tongues.
They stir up strife, they hide, They watch my steps, As they lie in wait for my life.
Hide me from the secret plans of the evil-doers, From the tumult of the workers of wickedness,
He who dwells in the secret place of the Most High, Who abides under the shadow of the Almighty,
come, let us act wisely towards them, lest they increase, and it shall be when fighting befalls us, that they shall join our enemies and fight against us, and shall go up out of the land.”
For you have died, and your life has been hidden with Messiah in Elohim.
Now no blacksmith could be found in all the land of Yisra’ĕ