Psalms 141
141
An Evening Prayer#Ps 141 Hebrew title: A psalm by David.
1I call to you, LORD; help me now!
Listen to me when I call to you.
2 #
Rev 5.8
Receive my prayer as incense,
my uplifted hands as an evening sacrifice.
3 LORD, place a guard at my mouth,
a sentry at the door of my lips.
4Keep me from wanting to do wrong
and from joining evil people in their wickedness.
May I never take part in their feasts.
5Good people may punish me and rebuke me in kindness,
but I will never accept honour from evil people,
because I am always praying against their evil deeds.
6When their rulers are thrown down from rocky cliffs,
the people will admit that my words were true.
7Like wood that is split and chopped into bits,
so their bones are scattered at the edge of the grave.#141.7 Verses 5–7 in Hebrew are unclear.
8But I keep trusting in you, my Sovereign LORD.
I seek your protection;
don't let me die!
9Protect me from the traps they have set for me,
from the snares of those evildoers.
10May the wicked fall into their own traps
while I go by unharmed.
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Good News Bible. Scripture taken from the Good News Bible (r) (Today's English Version Second Edition, UK/British Edition). Copyright © 1992 British & Foreign Bible Society. Used by permission.
Psalms 141
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PSALM 141
A Psalm of David.
1Jehovah, 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 before thee as incense, the lifting up of my hands as the evening oblation. 3Set a watch, O Jehovah, before my mouth; keep the door of my lips. 4Incline not my heart to any evil thing, to practise deeds of wickedness with men that are workers of iniquity; and let me not eat of their dainties.
5Let the righteous smite me, it is kindness; and let him reprove me, it is an excellent oil which my head shall not refuse: for yet my prayer also is for them in their calamities. 6When their judges are thrown down from the rocks, they shall hear my words, for they are sweet. 7Our bones are scattered at the mouth of Sheol, as when one cutteth and cleaveth wood upon the earth. 8For unto thee, Jehovah, Lord, are mine eyes; in thee do I trust: leave not my soul destitute. 9Keep me from the snare which they have laid for me, and from the traps of the workers of iniquity. 10Let the wicked fall into their own nets, whilst that I withal pass over.
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First published in 1890. This edition is maintained by the British and Foreign Bible Society.