Psalm 141
1 Lord, I cry unto thee: make haste unto me; give ear unto my voice, when I cry unto thee.
1 ¶ Lord, I have called upon thee; make haste unto me:
Give ear unto my voice, when I call unto thee.
Give ear unto my voice, when I call unto thee.
2 Let my prayer be set forth before thee as incense; and the lifting up of my hands as the evening sacrifice.
2 ¶ Let my prayer be set forth as incense before thee;
The lifting up of my hands as the evening sacrifice.
The lifting up of my hands as the evening sacrifice.
3 Set a watch, O Lord, before my mouth; keep the door of my lips.
3 ¶ Set a watch, O Lord, before my mouth;
Keep the door of my lips.
Keep the door of my lips.
4 Incline not my heart to any evil thing, to practise wicked works with men that work iniquity: and let me not eat of their dainties.
4 ¶ Incline not my heart to any evil thing,
To be occupied in deeds of wickedness
With men that work iniquity:
And let me not eat of their dainties.
To be occupied in deeds of wickedness
With men that work iniquity:
And let me not eat of their dainties.
5 Let the righteous smite me; it shall be a kindness: and let him reprove me; it shall be an excellent oil, which shall not break my head: for yet my prayer also shall be in their calamities.
5 ¶ Let the righteous smite me, it shall be a kindness;
And let him reprove me, it shall be as oil upon the head;
Let not my head refuse it:
For even in their wickedness shall my prayer continue.
And let him reprove me, it shall be as oil upon the head;
Let not my head refuse it:
For even in their wickedness shall my prayer continue.
6 When their judges are overthrown in stony places, they shall hear my words; for they are sweet.
6 ¶ Their judges are thrown down by the sides of the rock;
And they shall hear my words; for they are sweet.
And they shall hear my words; for they are sweet.
7 Our bones are scattered at the grave's mouth, as when one cutteth and cleaveth wood upon the earth.
7 ¶ As when one ploweth and cleaveth the earth,
Our bones are scattered at the grave’s mouth.
Our bones are scattered at the grave’s mouth.
8 But mine eyes are unto thee, O God the Lord: in thee is my trust; leave not my soul destitute.
8 ¶ For mine eyes are unto thee, O God the Lord:
In thee do I put my trust; leave not my soul destitute.
In thee do I put my trust; leave not my soul destitute.
9 Keep me from the snares which they have laid for me, and the gins of the workers of iniquity.
9 ¶ Keep me from the snare which they have laid for me,
And from the gins of the workers of iniquity.
And from the gins of the workers of iniquity.
10 Let the wicked fall into their own nets, whilst that I withal escape.
10 ¶ Let the wicked fall into their own nets,
Whilst that I withal escape.
Whilst that I withal escape.