Psalms 141
1 A Psalm, by David. O Jehovah, I have called Thee, haste to me, Give ear [to] my voice when I call to Thee.
“For the leader of the music. A psalm of David.” I cry to thee, O LORD! make haste unto me! Give ear to my voice, when I cry unto thee!
2 My prayer is prepared — incense before Thee, The lifting up of my hands — the evening present.
Let my prayer come before thee as incense, And the lifting-up of my hands, as the evening sacrifice!
3 Set, O Jehovah, a watch for my mouth, Watch Thou over the door of my lips.
Set a watch, O LORD! before my mouth; Guard the door of my lips!
4 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.
Let not my heart incline to any evil thing; Let me not practise wickedness with the doers of iniquity, And let me not eat of their delicacies!
5 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.
Let the righteous smite me, —it shall be a kindness; Let him reprove me, and it shall be oil for my head; Let him do it again, and my head shall not refuse it; But now I pray against their wickedness!
6 Their judges have been released by the sides of a rock, And they have heard my sayings, For they have been pleasant.
When their judges are hurled over the side of the rock, They shall hear how pleasant are my words.
7 As one tilling and ripping up in the land, Have our bones been scattered at the command of Saul. (Sheol h7585)
So are our bones scattered at the mouth of the underworld, As when one furroweth and ploweth up the land. (Sheol h7585)
8 But to Thee, O Jehovah, my Lord, [are] mine eyes, In Thee I have trusted, Make not bare my soul.
But to thee do my eyes look, O Lord Jehovah! In thee is my trust; Let not my life be poured out!
9 Keep me from the gin they laid for me, Even snares of workers of iniquity.
Preserve me from the snares which they have laid for me, And from the nets of evil-doers!
10 The wicked fall in their nets together, till I pass over!
Let the wicked fall together into their own traps, Whilst I make my escape!
