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, by David.
1O Jehovah, I have called Thee, haste to me, Give ear [to] my voice when I call to Thee.
2My prayer is prepared — incense before Thee, The lifting up of my hands — the evening present.
3Set, O Jehovah, a watch for my mouth, Watch Thou over the door of my lips.
4Incline not my heart to an evil thing, To do habitually actions in wickedness, With men working iniquity, Yea, I eat not of their pleasant things.
5The righteous doth beat me [in] kindness. And doth reprove me, Oil of the head my head disalloweth not, For still my prayer [is] about their vexations.
6Their judges have been released by the sides of a rock, And they have heard my sayings, For they have been pleasant.
7As one tilling and ripping up in the land, Have our bones been scattered at the command of Saul.
8But to Thee, O Jehovah, my Lord, [are] mine eyes, In Thee I have trusted, Make not bare my soul.
9Keep me from the gin they laid for me, Even snares of workers of iniquity.
10The wicked fall in their nets together, till I pass over!
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