A melody of David.
Come quickly to help me.+
Do pay attention when I call to you.+
My uplifted hands like the evening grain offering.+
To share in vile deeds with evil men;
May I never feast on their delicacies.
Should he reprove me, it would be like oil on my head,+
Which my head would never refuse.+
My prayer will continue even during their calamities.
6 Though their judges are thrown down from the cliff,
The people will pay attention to my words, for they are pleasant.
7 Just as when someone plows and breaks up the soil,
So our bones have been scattered at the mouth of the Grave.*
In you I have taken refuge.
Do not take away my life.*
9 Protect me from the jaws of the trap they have laid for me,
From the snares of evildoers.