Psalms 141:1-8

¹A Psalme of David. O Lord, I call vpon thee: haste thee vnto me: heare my voyce, when I cry vnto thee.

²Let my prayer be directed in thy sight as incense, and the lifting vp of mine hands as an euening sacrifice.

³Set a watch, O Lord, before my mouth, and keepe the doore of my lips.

⁴Incline not mine heart to euill, that I should commit wicked workes with men that worke iniquitie: and let me not eate of their delicates.

⁵Let the righteous smite me: for that is a benefite: and let him reprooue me, and it shalbe a precious oyle, that shall not breake mine head: for within a while I shall euen pray in their miseries.

⁶When their iudges shall be cast downe in stonie places, they shall heare my wordes, for they are sweete.

⁷Our bones lye scattered at the graues mouth, as he that heweth wood or diggeth in the earth.

⁸But mine eyes looke vnto thee, O Lord God: in thee is my trust: leaue not my soule destitute.