When Words Become Weapons.

לַמְנַצֵּ֗חַ מִזְמ֥וֹר לְדָוִֽד׃

Hear my voice, O God, in my complaint; preserve my life from dread of the enemy.

תַּ֭סְתִּירֵנִי מִסּ֣וֹד מְרֵעִ֑ים מֵ֝רִגְשַׁ֗ת פֹּ֣עֲלֵי אָֽוֶן׃

[2] Hide me from the secret plots of the wicked, from the throng of evildoers,

אֲשֶׁ֤ר שָׁנְנ֣וּ כַחֶ֣רֶב לְשׁוֹנָ֑ם דָּרְכ֥וּ חִ֝צָּ֗ם דָּבָ֥ר מָֽר׃

[3] who whet their tongues like swords, who aim bitter words like arrows,

לִיר֣וֹת בַּמִּסְתָּרִ֣ים תָּ֑ם פִּתְאֹ֥ם יֹ֝רֻ֗הוּ וְלֹ֣א יִירָֽאוּ׃

[4] shooting from ambush at the blameless, shooting at him suddenly and without fear.

יְחַזְּקוּ־לָ֨מוֹ׀ דָּ֘בָ֤ר רָ֗ע יְֽ֭סַפְּרוּ לִטְמ֣וֹן מוֹקְשִׁ֑ים אָ֝מְר֗וּ מִ֣י יִרְאֶה־לָּֽמוֹ׃

[5] They hold fast to their evil purpose; they talk of laying snares secretly, thinking, “Who can see them?”