Psalm 141
O Lord, I call to you, make haste to help me
: and hear my voice when I cry.
Let my prayer be as incense before you
: and the lifting up of my hands as the evening sacrifice.
Set a guard, O Lord, on my mouth
: and keep the door of my lips.
Let not my heart incline to evil speech,
to join in wickedness with wrongdoers
: let me not taste the pleasures of their table.
But let the righteous man chastise me
: and the faithful man rebuke me.
Let not the oil of the wicked anoint my head
: for I pray to you still against their wickedness.
They shall be cast down by that Mighty One who is their judge
: and how pleasing shall my words be to them then!
As when a farmer breaks the ground
: so shall their bones lie scattered at the mouth of Sheol.
But my eyes look to you, O Lord my God
: to you I come for refuge, do not pour out my life.
Keep me from the snare that they have laid for me
: and from the traps of the evildoers.
Let the wicked fall together into their own nets
: whilst I pass safely by.