Psalm 141

Psalm CXLI.

A Psalm of David.

Lord, I cry unto thee: ^amake haste unto me;

Give hear unto my voice, when I cry unto thee.

²Let ^bmy prayer be set forth before thee as ^bincense;

And ^cthe lifting up of my hands as ^dthe evening sacrifice.

³Set ^ea watch, O Lord, before my mouth;

^eKeep the door of my lips.

^4fIncline not my heart to any evil thing,

To practise wicked works with men that ^gwork iniquity:

And ^hlet me not eat of their dainties.

⁵ⁱLet the righteous smite me; it shall be a kindness:

And let him reprove me; it shall be an ^kexcellent oil,

Which shall not break my head:

For yet my prayer also shall be in their calamities.

⁶When ^ltheir judges are overthrown in stony places,

^lThey shall hear my words; for they are sweet.

^7mOur bones are scattered ⁿat the grave’s mouth,

As when one cutteth and cleaveth wood upon the earth.

⁸But ^omine eyes are unto thee, O God the Lord:

^pIn thee is my trust; leave not my soul destitute.

⁹Keep me from ^qthe snare which they have laid for me,

And the ^rgrins of ^gthe workers of iniquity.

¹⁰Let the wicked ^sfall into their own nets,

Whilst that I withal escape.