Psalms 141
1The understanding of David. A prayer, when he was in the cave.
2With my voice, I cried out to the Lord. With my voice, I made supplication to the Lord.
3In his sight, I pour out my prayer, and before him, I declare my tribulation.
4Though my spirit may become faint within me, even then, you have known my paths. Along this way, which I have been walking, they have hidden a snare for me.
5I considered toward the right, and I looked, but there was no one who would know me. Flight has perished before me, and there is no one who has concern for my soul.
6I cried out to you, O Lord. I said: You are my hope, my portion in the land of the living.
7Attend to my supplication. For I have been humbled exceedingly. Free me from my persecutors, for they have been fortified against me.
8Lead my soul out of confinement in order to confess your name. The just are waiting for me, until you repay me.
1Lord, I cry unto thee: make haste unto me; give ear unto my voice, when I cry unto thee.
2Let my prayer be set forth before thee as incense; and the lifting up of my hands as the evening sacrifice.
3Set a watch, O Lord, before my mouth; keep the door of my lips.
4Incline not my heart to any evil thing, to practise wicked works with men that work iniquity: and let me not eat of their dainties.
5Let 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.
6When their judges are overthrown in stony places, they shall hear my words; for they are sweet.
7Our bones are scattered at the grave’s mouth, as when one cutteth and cleaveth wood upon the earth.
8But mine eyes are unto thee, O God the Lord: in thee is my trust; leave not my soul destitute.
9Keep me from the snares which they have laid for me, and the gins of the workers of iniquity.
10Let the wicked fall into their own nets, whilst that I withal escape.