^{2 Ref} Hidest me from the secret counsel of evil doers, From the tumult of workers of iniquity.

^{3 Ref} Who sharpened as a sword their tongue, They directed their arrow -- a bitter word.

^{4 Ref} To shoot in secret places the perfect, Suddenly they shoot him, and fear not.

^{5 Ref} They strengthen for themselves an evil thing, They recount of the hiding of snares, They have said, `Who doth look at it?'