Psalms 141:5-10

If a good person punished me, that would be kind. If he corrected me, that would be like perfumed oil on my head. I shouldn’t refuse it. But I pray against those who do evil. Let their leaders be thrown down the cliffs. Then people will know that I have spoken correctly: “The ground is plowed and broken up. In the same way, our bones have been scattered at the grave.” GOD, I look to you for help. I trust in you, LORD. Don’t let me die. Protect me from the traps they set for me and from the net that evil people have spread. Let the wicked fall into their own nets, but let me pass by safely.