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.
1 LORD, 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 as incense before thee;
The lifting up of my hands as the evening sacrifice.
3Set a watch, O LORD, before my mouth;
Keep the door of my lips.
4Incline not my heart to any evil thing,
To be occupied in deeds of wickedness
With men that work iniquity:
And let me not eat of their dainties.
5Let the righteous smite me, it shall be a kindness;
And let him reprove me, it shall be as oil upon the head;
Let not my head refuse it:
For even in their wickedness shall my prayer continue.
6Their judges are thrown down by the sides of the rock;
And they shall hear my words; for they are sweet.
7As when one ploweth and cleaveth the earth,
Our bones are scattered at the grave's mouth.
8For mine eyes are unto thee, O GODthe Lord:
In thee do I put my trust; leave not my soul destitute.
9Keep me from the snare which they have laid for me,
And from the gins of the workers of iniquity.
10Let the wicked fall into their own nets,
Whilst that I withal escape.
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