Psalms 141
1TO Thee, O Lord, I have cried, hearken to me—attend to the sound of my supplication. When I cry to Thee;
2let my prayer come before Thee as incense—and the lifting up of my hands as an evening sacrifice.
3Set a watch, O Lord, on my mouth; and guard the door of my lips.
4Let not my heart turn aside to wicked deeds—to form excuses for sins with men who work iniquity: nor let me associate with their chosen bands.
5Let a righteous man correct me with mercy; and he will work conviction in me: but let not the oil of a sinner (for this shall still be my prayer) anoint my head at their pleasure.
6Their strong men were swallowed up near a rock: let them hear my words for they were sweet.
7As if a lump of earth was broken on the ground; our bones were scattered at the grave’s mouth.
8Since mine eyes are to Thee, O Lord God—in Thee I have placed my confidence; deliver not my soul to destruction.
9Keep me from the snare they have laid for me: and from the stumbling blocks of the workers of iniquity.
10The wicked shall fall by their own net, I am in private till I can escape.