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A Psalm of David.
1 O God, my Lord, on thee I call, do thou make haste 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 uplifting of my hands as sacrifice at night.
3 Jehovah, O 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 pray’rs 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 grave’s 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 gins 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.