Psalmorum 141

1 Psalmus David. Domine, clamavi ad te: exaudi me; intende voci meæ, cum clamavero ad te.

“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 Dirigatur oratio mea sicut incensum in conspectu tuo; elevatio manuum mearum sacrificium vespertinum.

Let my prayer come before thee as incense, And the lifting-up of my hands, as the evening sacrifice!

3 Pone, Domine, custodiam ori meo, et ostium circumstantiæ labiis meis.

Set a watch, O LORD! before my mouth; Guard the door of my lips!

4 Non declines cor meum in verba malitiæ, ad excusandas excusationes in peccatis; cum hominibus operantibus iniquitatem, et non communicabo cum electis eorum.

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 Corripiet me justus in misericordia, et increpabit me: oleum autem peccatoris non impinguet caput meum. Quoniam adhuc et oratio mea in beneplacitis eorum:

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 absorpti sunt juncti petræ judices eorum. Audient verba mea, quoniam potuerunt.

When their judges are hurled over the side of the rock, They shall hear how pleasant are my words.

7 Sicut crassitudo terræ erupta est super terram, dissipata sunt ossa nostra secus infernum. (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 Quia ad te, Domine, Domine, oculi mei; in te speravi, non auferas animam meam.

But to thee do my eyes look, O Lord Jehovah! In thee is my trust; Let not my life be poured out!

9 Custodi me a laqueo quem statuerunt mihi, et a scandalis operantium iniquitatem.

Preserve me from the snares which they have laid for me, And from the nets of evil-doers!

10 Cadent in retiaculo ejus peccatores: singulariter sum ego, donec transeam.

Let the wicked fall together into their own traps, Whilst I make my escape!