Psalm 141

New Coverdale Version

Lord, I call upon you; hasten unto me, * and hear my voice when I cry unto you.

Let my prayer be set forth in your sight as incense, * and let the lifting up of my hands be an evening sacrifice.

Set a watch, O Lord, before my mouth, * and keep the door of my lips.

O let not my heart be inclined to any evil thing; * let me not be occupied in ungodly works with those who work wickedness, lest I eat of such things as please them.

Rather, let the righteous smite me, * and in their loving-kindness reprove me.

But let not the oil of the unrighteous anoint my head; * while I live, I will pray against their wickedness.

Let their rulers be overthrown in stony places, * that they may hear my words, for they are sweet.

Let their bones lie scattered at the mouth of the grave, * as when the ploughman scatters the earth in furrows.

But my eyes look unto you, O Lord God; * in you is my refuge; O do not cast out my soul.

Keep me from the snare which they have laid for me, * and from the traps of the evildoers.

Let the ungodly fall into their own nets together, * and let me ever escape them.