Psalm 141

¹ O God, my Lord, on thee I call,

do thou make haste to me:

and hearken thou unto my voice,

when I cry unto thee.

² And let my pray’r directed be

as incense in thy sight:

and the uplifting of my hands

as sacrifice at night.

³ Jehovah, O that thou would’st set

a watch my mouth before:

as also of my lips with care

O do thou keep the door.

⁴ Bow not my heart to evil things;

to do the wicked deed

with wicked workers: and let not

me of their dainties feed.

⁵ Let just men smite me, kindness ‘tis;

let him reprove me eke,

it shall be such a precious oil,

my head it shall not break:

for yet my pray’rs ev’n in their woes.

⁶ When their judges are cast

on rocks, then shall they hear my words,

for they are sweet to taste.

⁷ Like unto one who on the earth

doth cut and cleave the wood,

ev’n so our bones at the grave’s mouth

are scattered abroad.

⁸ But unto thee, O God the Lord,

directed are mine eyes:

my soul O leave not destitute,

on thee my hope relies.

⁹ O do thou keep me from the snare

which they have laid for me;

and also from the gins of those

that work iniquity.

¹⁰ Together into their own nets

O let the wicked fall:

until such time that I escape

may make from them withal.