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PSA 141:1–141:10 ©

The Book of Psalms 141

A psalm of David.

141A song of David Yahweh, I called out to you, "Come quickly to me. Give ear to my voice when I call to you."

2May my prayer rise like incense to your face;

may my lifted hands be like the evening sacrifice.

3Yahweh, place a guard over my mouth;

guard the door of my lips.

4Do not let my heart bend toward any evil thing

or participate in sinful activities

with men who behave wickedly.

May I not eat any of their delicacies.

5Let a righteous person hit me; it will be a kindness.

Let him correct me; it will be like oil on my head.

May my head not refuse.

For my prayer is always against their wicked deeds.

6Their judges will stumble into the hands of craggy rocks;

they will hear that my own words are pleasant.

7“As when one plows and breaks up the ground,

so our bones have been scattered at the mouth of Sheol.”

8For my eyes are on you, Yahweh, Lord;

in you I take refuge; do not abandon my life.

9Keep me from the hands of the snare that they have laid for me,

from the traps of evildoers.

10Let the wicked fall into their own nets

while I escape.

PSA 141:1–141:10 ©

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