Psalms 141
1 A Psalm by David. Yahweh, I have called on you. Come to me quickly! Listen to my voice when I call to you.
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 before you like incense; the lifting up of my hands like the evening sacrifice.
My prayer is prepared — incense before Thee, The lifting up of my hands — the evening present.
3 Set a watch, Yahweh, 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 Don’t incline my heart to any evil thing, to practice deeds of wickedness with men who work iniquity. Don’t let me eat of their delicacies.
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 strike me, it is kindness; let him reprove me, it is like oil on the head; don’t let my head refuse it; Yet my prayer is always against evil deeds.
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 Their judges are thrown down by the sides of the rock. They will hear my words, for they are well spoken.
Their judges have been released by the sides of a rock, And they have heard my sayings, For they have been pleasant.
7 “As when one plows and breaks up the earth, our bones are scattered at the mouth of Sheol.” (Sheol h7585)
As one tilling and ripping up in the land, Have our bones been scattered at the command of Saul. (Sheol h7585)
8 For my eyes are on you, Yahweh, the Lord. I take refuge in you. Don’t leave 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 snare which they have laid for me, from the traps 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 together into their own nets while I pass by.
The wicked fall in their nets together, till I pass over!
