Psalms 141
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Psalms 141
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A Psalm. Of David. Lord, I have made my cry to you; come to me quickly; give ear to my voice, when it goes up to you. | Jehovah, I have called upon thee; make haste unto me: Give ear unto my voice, when I call unto thee. |
Let my prayer be ordered before you like a sweet smell; and let the lifting up of my hands be like the evening offering. | Let my prayer be set forth as incense before thee; The lifting up of my hands as the evening sacrifice. |
O Lord, keep a watch over my mouth; keep the door of my lips. | Set a watch, O Jehovah, before my mouth; Keep the door of my lips. |
Keep 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. | Incline not my heart to any evil thing, To practise deeds of wickedness With men that work iniquity: And let me not eat of their dainties. |
Let 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. | Let the righteous smite me, [it shall be] a kindness; And let him reprove me, [it shall be as] oil upon the head; Let not my head refuse it: For even in their wickedness shall my prayer continue. |
When destruction comes to their judges by the side of the rock, they will give ear to my words, for they are sweet. | Their judges are thrown down by the sides of the rock; And they shall hear my words; for they are sweet. |
Our bones are broken up at the mouth of the underworld, as the earth is broken by the plough. | As when one ploweth and cleaveth the earth, Our bones are scattered at the mouth of Sheol. |
But my eyes are turned to you, O Lord God: my hope is in you; let not my soul be given up to death. | For mine eyes are unto thee, O Jehovah the Lord: In thee do I take refuge; leave not my soul destitute. |
Keep me from the net which they have put down for me, and from the designs of the workers of evil. | Keep me from the snare which they have laid for me, And from the gins of the workers of iniquity. |
Let the sinners be taken in the nets which they themselves have put down, while I go free. | Let the wicked fall into their own nets, Whilst that I withal escape. Psalm 142 Maschil of David, when he was in the cave; a Prayer. |