Psalms 141:3-9

³Lord, set thou a keeping to my mouth; and a door of standing about to my lips.

⁴Bow thou not down mine heart into words of malice; to excuse excusings in sin. With men working wickedness; and I shall not commune with the chosen men of them.

⁵A just or rightwise man shall reprove me in mercy, and he shall blame me; but the oil of a sinner make not fat mine head. For why and yet my prayer is in the well pleasant or well pleased things of them;

⁶for the doomsmen of them joined to the stone were sopped up. Hear they my words, for they were mighty.

⁷As fatness is broken out on the earth; our bones be scattered nigh hell.

⁸Lord, Lord, for mine eyes be to thee, I hoped in thee; take thou not away my soul.

⁹Keep thou me from the snare which they ordained to me; and from the traps of them that work wickedness.