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Bay Psalm Book: Psalm 141

A psalm of David.

1 O God, my Lord, on thee I call,

do thou make hast to me:

and hearken thou unto my voice,

when I cry unto thee.

2 And let my pray’r directed be

as incense in thy sight:

and the up-lifting of my hands

as sacrifice at night.

3 Jehovah, oh that thou would’st set

a watch my mouth before:

as also of my lips with care

o do thou keep the door.

4 Bow not my heart to evil things;

to do the wicked deed

with wicked workers: and let not

me of their dainties feed.

5 Let just-men smite me, kindness ‘tis;

let him reprove me eke,

it shall be such a precious oil,

my head it shall not break:

For yet my prayr’s ev’n in their woes.

6 When their judges are cast

on rocks, then shall they hear my words,

for they are sweet to taste.

7 Like unto one who on the earth

doth cut and cleave the wood,

ev’n so our bones at the graves mouth

are scattered abroad.

8 But unto thee O God, the Lord

directed are mine eyes:

my soul o leave not destitute,

on thee my hope relies.

9 O do thou keep me from the snare

which they have laid for me;

and also from the grins of those

that work iniquity.

10 Together into their own nets

o let the wicked fall:

until such time that I escape

may make from them withal.