Psalms 141
141
A Prayer Not to Sin
A psalm of David.
1Lord, I call to you. Come quickly.
Listen to me when I call to you.
2Let my prayer be like incense placed before you,
and my praise like the evening sacrifice.
3Lord, help me control my tongue;
help me be careful about what I say.
4Take away my desire to do evil
or to join others in doing wrong.
Don’t let me eat tasty food
with those who do evil.
5If 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.
6Let their leaders be thrown down the cliffs.
Then people will know that I have spoken correctly:
7“The ground is plowed and broken up.
In the same way, our bones have been scattered at the grave.”
8God, I look to you for help.
I trust in you, Lord. Don’t let me die.
9Protect me from the traps they set for me
and from the net that evil people have spread.
10Let the wicked fall into their own nets,
but let me pass by safely.
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Psalms 141
141
A Psalm of David.
1 LORD, I have called upon thee; make haste unto me:
Give ear unto my voice, when I call unto thee.
2Let my prayer be set forth as incense before thee;
The lifting up of my hands as the evening sacrifice.
3Set a watch, O LORD, before my mouth;
Keep the door of my lips.
4Incline not my heart to any evil thing,
To be occupied in deeds of wickedness
With men that work iniquity:
And let me not eat of their dainties.
5Let the righteous smite me, it shall be a kindness;
And let him reprove me, it shall be as oil upon the head;
Let not my head refuse it:
For even in their wickedness shall my prayer continue.
6Their judges are thrown down by the sides of the rock;
And they shall hear my words; for they are sweet.
7As when one ploweth and cleaveth the earth,
Our bones are scattered at the grave's mouth.
8For mine eyes are unto thee, O GODthe Lord:
In thee do I put my trust; leave not my soul destitute.
9Keep me from the snare which they have laid for me,
And from the gins of the workers of iniquity.
10Let the wicked fall into their own nets,
Whilst that I withal escape.
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