Your tongue carries out your destructive plans; it is as effective as a sharp razor, O deceiver.

Disaster is within it; violence and deceit do not depart from its public square.

he will certainly rescue you from the snare of the hunter and from the destructive plague.

Cruel rulers are not your allies, those who make oppressive laws.

For they do not speak the truth; their stomachs are like the place of destruction, their throats like an open grave, their tongues like a steep slope leading into it.

Those who seek my life try to entrap me; those who want to harm me speak destructive words; all day long they say deceitful things.

“Look, here is the man who would not make God his protector! He trusted in his great wealth and was confident about his plans to destroy others.”

For the music director; according to the al-tashcheth style; a prayer of David, written when he fled from Saul into the cave. Have mercy on me, O God! Have mercy on me! For in you I have taken shelter. In the shadow of your wings I take shelter until trouble passes.