Psalms

141 Jehovah, I am calling you; make haste for me;

give ear to my voice as I call for you.

2 Let my prayer be made ready as incense before you,

the lifting of my hands be an evening sacrifice.

3 Station a guard for my mouth, Jehovah,

watch over the door of my lips.

4 Let my heart not incline to a bad thing,

to find amusement in wrong-doing

With villainous men,

nor take a meal of their dainties.

5 Let a doer of right trounce me,

let his friendship correct me;

Let a wrong-doer’s oil not anoint my head,

because they have fettered my prayer by their wicked acts.

6 Their judges are hurled down the sides of crags,

and they shall hear my words, because they are pleasant.

7 Like clods torn open on the earth

our bones are scattered as the world below would take them.

8 For my eyes are toward you, Lord Jehovah;

I have taken refuge in you; do not let my life run out.

9 Guard me from the grip of the trap they have set for me

and the snares of villains;

10 Let wrong-doers fall into its nets together

while I pass through.