Psalms 141
141
PSALM 141
Common Meter: 8,6,8,6
A Psalm of David.
1O Lord, I unto thee do cry,
do thou make haste to me,
And give an ear unto my voice,
when I cry unto thee.
2As incense let my prayer be
directed in thine eyes;
And the uplifting of my hands
as th' ev 'ning sacrifice.
3Set, Lord, a watch before my mouth,
keep of my lips the door.
4My heart incline thou not unto
the ills I should abhor,
To practise wicked works with men
that work iniquity;
And with their delicates my taste
let me not satisfy.
5Let him that righteous is me smite,
it shall a kindness be;
Let him reprove, I shall it count
a precious oil to me:
Such smiting shall not break my head;
for yet the time shall fall,
When I in their calamities
to God pray for them shall.
6When as their judges down shall be
in stony places cast,
Then shall they hear my words; for they
shall sweet be to their taste.
7About the grave's devouring mouth
our bones are scatter'd round,
As wood which men do cut and cleave
lies scatter'd on the ground.
8But unto thee, O God the Lord,
mine eyes uplifted be:
My soul do not leave destitute;
my trust is set on thee.
9Lord, keep me safely from the snares
which they for me prepare;
And from the subtile gins of them
that wicked workers are.
10Let workers of iniquity
into their own nets fall,
Whilst I do, by thine help, escape
the danger of them all.
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Psalms 141
141
PSALM 141.
1Of understanding for David. A prayer when he was in the cave#1 Kings 24..
2I cried to the Lord with my voice: with my voice I made supplication to the Lord.
3In his sight I pour out my prayer, and before him I declare my trouble:
4When my spirit failed me, then thou newest my paths. In this way wherein I walked, they have hidden a snare for me.
5I looked on my right hand, and beheld, and there was no one that would know me. Flight hath failed me: and there is no one that hath regard to my soul.
6I cried to thee, O Lord: I said: Thou art my hope, my portion in the land of the living.
7Attend to my supplication: for I am brought very low. Deliver me from my persecutors; for they are stronger than I.
8Bring my soul out of prison, that I may praise thy name: the just wait for me, until thou reward me.
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