Ψαλμοί 141

1, LordI call to you: hasten, to me, to my voice, when I call to you. 2Let my prayer be presented as incense before you, and my uplifted hands as the evening meal-offering. 3Set, O , Lorda watch on my mouth, put a guard on the door of my lips. 4Incline not my heart to an evil matter, to busy myself in deeds of wickedness, in company with workers of evil: never may I partake of their dainties. 5A wound or reproof from a good person in kindness is oil which my head shall never refuse. In their misfortune my prayer is still with them. 6Abandoned they are to the hands of their judges: they shall learn that my words are true. 7Like stones on a country road cleft and broken so lie our bones scattered for Death to devour. 8But my eyes are turned towards you, O . LordDo not pour out my life, for in you I take refuge. 9Keep me safe from the trap they have laid for me, from the snares of the workers of trouble.