Psalms 141:5-9

⁵Let the righteous smite me in kindness, and correct me; oil so choice let not my head refuse; for still is my prayer because of their wickedness.

⁶Their judges are thrown down by the sides of the rock; and they shall hear my words, that they are sweet.

⁷As when one cleaveth and breaketh up the earth, our bones are scattered at the grave's mouth.

⁸For mine eyes are unto Thee, O GOD the Lord; in Thee have I taken refuge, O pour not out my soul.

⁹Keep me from the snare which they have laid for me, and from the gins of the workers of iniquity.