Psalms 141

1 A psalm of David. Lord, I call to you: hasten, to me, attend to my voice, when I call to you.

Jehovah, I have called upon thee. Make haste to me. Give ear to my voice when I call to thee.

2 Let my prayer be presented as incense before you, and my uplifted hands as the evening meal-offering.

Let my prayer be set forth as incense before thee, the lifting up of my hands as the evening sacrifice.

3 Set, O Lord, a watch on my mouth, put a guard on the door of my lips.

Set a watch, O Jehovah, before my mouth. Keep the door of my lips.

4 Incline not my heart to an evil matter, to busy myself in deeds of wickedness, in company with workers of evil: never may I partake of their dainties.

Incline not my heart to any evil thing, to practice deeds of wickedness with men who work iniquity. And let me not eat of their dainties.

5 A wound or reproof from a good person in kindness is oil which my head shall never refuse. In their misfortune my prayer is still with them.

Let a righteous man smite me, as a kindness. And let him reprove me, as oil upon the head. Let not my head refuse it. For even in their wickedness my prayer shall continue.

6 Abandoned they are to the hands of their judges: they shall learn that my words are true.

Their judges are thrown down by the sides of the rock. And they shall hear my words, for they are sweet.

7 Like stones on a country road cleft and broken so lie our bones scattered for Death to devour. (Sheol h7585)

Like plowing and furrowing the earth, our bones are scattered at the mouth of Sheol. (Sheol h7585)

8 But my eyes are turned towards you, O Lord. Do not pour out my life, for in you I take refuge.

For my eyes are to thee, O Jehovah the Lord. In thee do I take refuge. Leave not my soul destitute.

9 Keep me safe from the trap they have laid for me, from the snares of the workers of trouble.

Keep me from the snare which they have laid for me, and from the traps of the workers of iniquity.

10 Into their own nets let wicked people fall; while I pass by in safety.

Let the wicked fall into their own nets, while I pass over.