Psalm Chapter 141 - A Psalm of David

Psalm 141, a psalm of David.

Lord, I cry unto thee, make haste unto me.

Give ear unto my voice when I cry unto thee.

Let my prayer be set forth before thee, as incense.

And the lifting up of my hands as the evening sacrifice.

Sad to watch, O Lord, before my mouth.

Keep the door of my lips.

Incline not my heart to any evil thing.

To practice, we could work with men that work iniquity

and let me not eat of their dantes.

Let the righteous smite me.

It shall be a kindness, and let him reproof me.

It shall be an excellent oil, which shall not break my head,

for yet my prayer shall also be in their calamities.

When their judges are overthrown in stony places,

they shall hear my words for they are sweet.

Our bones are scattered at the grave's mouth,

as when one cut it and cleave of the wood upon the earth.

But my eyes aren't to thee, O God, the Lord.

In thee is my trust.

Leave not my soul destitute.

Keep me from the snares which they have laid for me,

and the gins of the workers of iniquity.

Let the wicked fall into their own nets.

Well, that I, with all, escape.