Psalms 141
141
Psalm 141
A psalm of David.
1I call to you, Lord, come quickly to me;
hear me when I call to you.
2May my prayer be set before you like incense;
may the lifting up of my hands be like the evening sacrifice.
3Set a guard over my mouth, Lord;
keep watch over the door of my lips.
4Do not let my heart be drawn to what is evil
so that I take part in wicked deeds
along with those who are evildoers;
do not let me eat their delicacies.
5Let a righteous man strike me—that is a kindness;
let him rebuke me—that is oil on my head.
My head will not refuse it,
for my prayer will still be against the deeds of evildoers.
6Their rulers will be thrown down from the cliffs,
and the wicked will learn that my words were well spoken.
7They will say, “As one plows and breaks up the earth,
so our bones have been scattered at the mouth of the grave.”
8But my eyes are fixed on you, Sovereign Lord;
in you I take refuge—do not give me over to death.
9Keep me safe from the traps set by evildoers,
from the snares they have laid for me.
10Let the wicked fall into their own nets,
while I pass by in safety.
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Psalms 141
141
A Psalm, by David.
1O Jehovah, I have called Thee, haste to me, Give ear [to] my voice when I call to Thee.
2My prayer is prepared — incense before Thee, The lifting up of my hands — the evening present.
3Set, O Jehovah, a watch for my mouth, Watch Thou over the door of my lips.
4Incline not my heart to an evil thing, To do habitually actions in wickedness, With men working iniquity, Yea, I eat not of their pleasant things.
5The righteous doth beat me [in] kindness. And doth reprove me, Oil of the head my head disalloweth not, For still my prayer [is] about their vexations.
6Their judges have been released by the sides of a rock, And they have heard my sayings, For they have been pleasant.
7As one tilling and ripping up in the land, Have our bones been scattered at the command of Saul.
8But to Thee, O Jehovah, my Lord, [are] mine eyes, In Thee I have trusted, Make not bare my soul.
9Keep me from the gin they laid for me, Even snares of workers of iniquity.
10The wicked fall in their nets together, till I pass over!
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