‏ Psalms 141

PSALM 141

The Troubled Soul Cries Out

A psalm to  David.

1O lord, I cried out to you. Listen to me! Take heed to the voice   of my supplication in   my crying to you! 2May [2be straightened   1my prayer] as incense before you; the raising   of my hands as a sacrifice at evening. 3Set, O lord, a watch for my mouth, and [2door 1a citadel] for   my lips! 4You should not turn aside   my heart to words of wickedness,   to make excuses for sins with men working   lawlessness; and in no way shall I associate myself with   their choice ones. 5[2shall correct 3me 1The just] with mercy, and reprove me; but the oil of the sinner, let it not anoint   my head! For still yet   shall my prayer be against    their good-pleasures. 6[2were swallowed down 3next to 4the rock   1Their judges]. They shall hear   my sayings, for they are a delight. 7As thick ground was broken asunder upon the earth, [2were dispersed   1his bones] by   Hades. 8For unto you, O lord, O Lord,   are my eyes. Upon you I hoped; you should not take away [2in return   1my soul]. 9Keep me from a snare which they concocted against me! and from obstacles of the ones working   lawlessness. 10[2shall fall 3in 4their own casting-net 1Sinners]. [2alone 1I am] until whenever I should pass away.
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