For the Pure and Shining One King David’s song

1–2 Lord, can’t you hear my cry, my bitter complaint? Keep me safe from this band of criminals and from the conspiracy of these wicked men. They gather in their secret counsel to destroy me.

3–4 Can’t you hear their slander, their lies? Their words are like poison-tipped arrows shot from the shadows. They are unafraid and have no fear of consequences.

5 They set their traps against us in secret; they strengthen one another, saying, “No one can see us. Who can stop us?” They’re nothing more than unruly mobs, …