Psalm 141.

 1  O Lord, I unto thee do cry,
       do thou make haste to me,
    And give an ear unto my voice,
       when I cry unto thee.

 2  As incense let my prayer be
       directed in thine eyes;
    And the uplifting of my hands
       as th' ev 'ning sacrifice.

 3  Set, Lord, a watch before my mouth,
       keep of my lips the door.
 4  My heart incline thou not unto
       the ills I should abhor,

    To practice wicked works with men
       that work iniquity;
    And with their delicates my taste
       let me not satisfy.

 5  Let him that righteous is me smite,
       it shall a kindness be;
    Let him reprove, I shall it count
       a precious oil to me:

    Such smiting shall not break my head;
       for yet the time shall fall,
    When I in their calamities
       to God pray for them shall.

 6  When as their judges down shall be
       in stony places cast,
    Then shall they hear my words; for they
       shall sweet be to their taste.

 7  About the grave's devouring mouth
       our bones are scattered round,
    As wood which men do cut and cleave
       lies scattered on the ground.

 8  But unto thee, O God the Lord,
       mine eyes uplifted be:
    My soul do not leave destitute;
       my trust is set on thee.

 9  Lord, keep me safely from the snares
       which they for me prepare;
    And from the subtle gins of them
       that wicked workers are.

10  Let workers of iniquity
       into their own nets fall,
    Whilst I do, by thine help, escape
       the danger of them all.



 

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