Psalm 141

¹Lord, I have made my cry to you; come to me quickly; give ear to my voice, when it goes up to you.

²Let my prayer be ordered before you like a sweet smell; and let the lifting up of my hands be like the evening offering.

³O Lord, keep a watch over my mouth; keep the door of my lips.

⁴Keep my heart from desiring any evil thing, or from taking part in the sins of the evil-doers with men who do wrong: and let me have no part in their good things.

⁵Let the upright give me punishment; and let the god-fearing man put me in the right way; but I will not let the oil of sinners come on my head: when they do evil I will give myself to prayer.

⁶When destruction comes to their judges by the side of the rock, they will give ear to my words, for they are sweet.

⁷Our bones are broken up at the mouth of the underworld, as the earth is broken by the plough.

⁸But my eyes are turned to you, O Lord God: my hope is in you; let not my soul be given up to death.

⁹Keep me from the net which they have put down for me, and from the designs of the workers of evil.

¹⁰Let the sinners be taken in the nets which they themselves have put down, while I go free.