Psalms, 141

A melody of David.

¹ O Jehovah, I have called upon you. Do make haste to me. Do give ear to my voice when I call to you.

² May my prayer be prepared as incense before you, The raising up of my palms as the evening grain offering.

³ Do set a guard, O Jehovah, for my mouth; Do set a watch over the door of my lips.

⁴ Do not incline my heart to anything bad, So as to carry on notorious deeds in wickedness With men^*1 who are practicing what is hurtful, That I may not feed myself on their dainties.

⁵ Should the righteous one strike me, it would be a loving-kindness; And should he reprove me, it would be oil upon the head, Which my head would not want to refuse. For still there would be even my prayer during their calamities.

⁶ Their judges have been thrown down by the sides of the crag, But they have heard my sayings, that they are pleasant.

⁷ As when one is doing cleaving and splitting on the earth, Our bones have been scattered at the mouth of Sheʹol.

⁸ However, my eyes are to you, O Jehovah the Sovereign Lord. In you I have taken refuge. Do not pour out my soul.

⁹ Keep me from the clutches of the trap that they have laid for me And from the snares of those practicing what is hurtful.

¹⁰ The wicked will fall into their own nets all together, While I, for my part, pass by.