(A psalm. of David’s.)
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.