Psalms 141
1 A Psalm of David. LORD, I cry to thee: make haste to me; give ear to my voice, when I cry to thee.
A Psalm, by David. O Jehovah, I have called Thee, haste to me, Give ear [to] my voice when I call to Thee.
2 Let my prayer be set forth before thee as incense; and the lifting up of my hands as the evening sacrifice.
My prayer is prepared — incense before Thee, The lifting up of my hands — the evening present.
3 Set a watch, O LORD, before my mouth; keep the door of my lips.
Set, O Jehovah, a watch for my mouth, Watch Thou over the door of my lips.
4 Incline not my heart to any evil thing, to practise wicked works with men that work iniquity: and let me not eat of their dainties.
Incline 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.
5 Let the righteous smite me; it shall be a kindness: and let him reprove me; it shall be an excellent oil, which shall not break my head: for yet my prayer also shall be in their calamities.
The 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.
6 When their judges are overthrown in stony places, they shall hear my words; for they are sweet.
Their judges have been released by the sides of a rock, And they have heard my sayings, For they have been pleasant.
7 Our bones are scattered at the grave’s mouth, as when one cutteth and cleaveth wood upon the earth. (Sheol h7585)
As one tilling and ripping up in the land, Have our bones been scattered at the command of Saul. (Sheol h7585)
8 But my eyes are to thee, O GOD the Lord: in thee is my trust; leave not my soul destitute.
But to Thee, O Jehovah, my Lord, [are] mine eyes, In Thee I have trusted, Make not bare my soul.
9 Keep me from the traps which they have laid for me, and the snares of the workers of iniquity.
Keep me from the gin they laid for me, Even snares of workers of iniquity.
10 Let the wicked fall into their own nets, while I escape.
The wicked fall in their nets together, till I pass over!
