A Psalm of David.
2 Let my prayer be set forth before thee as incense; and the lifting up of my hands as the evening sacrifice.
4 Incline not my heart to any evil thing, to practise wicked works with men that work iniquity: and let me not eat of their dainties.
5 Let the righteous smite me; it shall be a kindness: and let him reprove me; it shall be an excellent oil, which shall not break my head: for yet my prayer also shall be in their calamities.
7 Our bones are scattered at the grave's mouth, as when one cutteth and cleaveth wood upon the earth.