Hear, oh God, my loud complaint. Hide me from the crowd of the wicked, from those who do evil. They sharpen their tongues like a sword. They shoot their poisonous words like arrows. They shoot innocent men from ambushes; their heart is an abyss. But God will shoot at them; they will be struck down with an arrow. Their own tongues shall ruin them. All mankind shall fear God; declare his works, and ponder what he has done.