Psalms 141
1 1 I cry out to you, LORD: Come to me—quickly! Listen to my voice when I cry out to you!
2 Let my prayer stand before you like incense; let my uplifted hands be like the evening offering.
3 Set a guard over my mouth, LORD; keep close watch over the door that is my lips.
4 Don't let my heart turn aside to evil things so that I don't do wicked things with evildoers, so I don't taste their delicacies.
5 Instead, let the righteous discipline me; let the faithful correct me! Let my head never reject that kind of fine oil, because my prayers are always against the deeds of the wicked.
6 Their leaders will fall from jagged cliffs, but my words will be heard because they are pleasing.
7 Our bones have been scattered at the mouth of the grave, just like when the ground is broken up and plowed.
8 But my eyes are on you, my LORD God. I take refuge in you; don't let me die!
9 Protect me from the trap they've set for me; protect me from the snares of the evildoers.
10 Let the wicked fall into their own nets—all together!— but let me make it through safely.