Psalm 141

A psalm of David. ¹O LORD, I am calling to you. Please hurry! Listen when I cry to you for help! ² Accept my prayer as incense offered to you, and my upraised hands as an evening offering.

³Take control of what I say, O LORD, and guard my lips. ⁴ Don’t let me drift toward evil or take part in acts of wickedness. Don’t let me share in the delicacies of those who do wrong.

⁵Let the godly strike me! It will be a kindness! If they correct me, it is soothing medicine. Don’t let me refuse it.But I pray constantly against the wicked and their deeds. ⁶ When their leaders are thrown down from a cliff, the wicked will listen to my words and find them true. ⁷ Like rocks brought up by a plow, the bones of the wicked will lie scattered without burial. Hebrew scattered at the mouth of Sheol.

⁸I look to you for help, O Sovereign LORD. You are my refuge; don’t them kill me. ⁹ Keep me from the traps they have set for me, from the snares of those who do wrong. ¹⁰ Let the wicked fall into their own nets, but let me escape.