Psalm 141:5–7

Let a righteous man strike me—that is a kindness;

let him rebuke me—that is oil on my head.

My head will not refuse it,

for my prayer will still be against the deeds of evildoers.

Their rulers will be thrown down from the cliffs,

and the wicked will learn that my words were well spoken.

They will say, “As one plows and breaks up the earth,

so our bones have been scattered at the mouth of the grave.”

Let the righteous one strike me—

it is an act of faithful love;

let him rebuke me—

it is oil for my head;

let me not refuse it.

Even now my prayer is against

the evil acts of the wicked.

When their rulers will be thrown off

the sides of a cliff,

the people will listen to my words,

for they are pleasing.

As when one plows and breaks up the soil,

turning up rocks,

so our bones have been scattered

at the mouth of Sheol.

Let the godly strike me!

It will be a kindness!

If they correct me, it is soothing medicine.

Don’t let me refuse it.

But I pray constantly

against the wicked and their deeds.

When their leaders are thrown down from a cliff,

the wicked will listen to my words and find them true.

Like rocks brought up by a plow,

the bones of the wicked will lie scattered without burial.

Let a righteous one strike me in kindness,

and let him chasten me.

It is oil for my head; let not my head refuse.

For still my prayer is against their evil deeds.

When their judges are thrown down the sides of a cliff,

then they will understand that my words were pleasant.

As when one plows and breaks up the earth,

so our bones are scattered at the mouth of Sheol.

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.

When their judges are overthrown in stony places,

They shall hear my words; for they are sweet.

Our bones are scattered at the grave’s mouth,

As when one cutteth and cleaveth wood upon the earth.