Psalms 141
141
A psalm of David.
1O Lord, I am calling to you. Please hurry!
Listen when I cry to you for help!
2Accept my prayer as incense offered to you,
and my upraised hands as an evening offering.
3Take control of what I say, O Lord,
and guard my lips.
4Don’t let me drift toward evil
or take part in acts of wickedness.
Don’t let me share in the delicacies
of those who do wrong.
5Let the godly strike me!
It will be a kindness!
If they correct me, it is soothing medicine.
Don’t let me refuse it.
But I pray constantly
against the wicked and their deeds.
6When their leaders are thrown down from a cliff,
the wicked will listen to my words and find them true.
7Like rocks brought up by a plow,
the bones of the wicked will lie scattered without burial.#141:7 Hebrew our bones will be scattered at the mouth of Sheol.
8I look to you for help, O Sovereign Lord.
You are my refuge; don’t let them kill me.
9Keep me from the traps they have set for me,
from the snares of those who do wrong.
10Let the wicked fall into their own nets,
but let me escape.
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Psalms 141
141
A Psalm by David.
1Yahweh, I have called on you.
Come to me quickly!
Listen to my voice when I call to you.
2Let my prayer be set before you like incense;
the lifting up of my hands like the evening sacrifice.
3Set a watch, Yahweh, before my mouth.
Keep the door of my lips.
4Don’t incline my heart to any evil thing,
to practice deeds of wickedness with men who work iniquity.
Don’t let me eat of their delicacies.
5Let the righteous strike me, it is kindness;
let him reprove me, it is like oil on the head;
don’t let my head refuse it;
Yet my prayer is always against evil deeds.
6Their judges are thrown down by the sides of the rock.
They will hear my words, for they are well spoken.
7“As when one plows and breaks up the earth,
our bones are scattered at the mouth of Sheol.”#141:7 Sheol is the place of the dead.
8For my eyes are on you, Yahweh, the Lord.
I take refuge in you.
Don’t leave my soul destitute.
9Keep me from the snare which they have laid for me,
from the traps of the workers of iniquity.
10Let the wicked fall together into their own nets
while I pass by.
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