Psalms 141
1 A psalm of David. [1] LORD, I call on you; hurry to help me. Listen to my voice when I call on you.
2 May my prayer be set before you as incense, the raising of my hands as the evening offering.
3 LORD, set up a guard for my mouth; keep watch at the door of my lips.
4 Do not let my heart turn to any evil thing or perform wicked acts with men who commit sin. Do not let me feast on their delicacies.
5 Let the righteous one strike me — it is an act of faithful love; let him rebuke me — it is oil for my head; let me not refuse it. Even now my prayer is against the evil acts of the wicked.
6 When their rulers will be thrown off the sides of a cliff, the people will listen to my words, for they are pleasing.
7 As when one plows and breaks up the soil, turning up rocks, so our bones have been scattered at the mouth of Sheol.
8 But my eyes look to you, LORD, my Lord. I seek refuge in you; do not let me die.
9 Protect me from the trap they have set for me, and from the snares of evildoers.
10 Let the wicked fall into their own nets, while I pass by safely.