Psalms 141
141
Psalm 141
A psalm by David.
1O Lord, I cry out to you, “Come quickly.”
Open your ears to me when I cry out to you.
2Let my prayer be accepted
as sweet-smelling incense in your presence.
Let the lifting up of my hands in prayer be accepted
as an evening sacrifice.
3O Lord, set a guard at my mouth.
Keep watch over the door of my lips.
4Do not let me be persuaded to do anything evil
or to become involved with wickedness,
with people who are troublemakers.
Do not let me taste their delicacies.
5A righteous person may strike me or correct me out of kindness.
It is like lotion for my head.
My head will not refuse it,
because my prayer is directed against evil deeds.
6When their judges are thrown off a cliff,
they will listen to what I have to say.
It will sound pleasant ⌞to them⌟.
7As someone plows and breaks up the ground,
so our bones will be planted at the mouth of the grave.
8My eyes look to you, Lord Almighty.
I have taken refuge in you.
Do not leave me defenseless.
9Keep me away from the trap they set for me
and from the traps set by troublemakers.
10Let wicked people fall into their own nets,
while I escape unharmed.
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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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