Psalm 141

Lord, I call upon you; hasten unto me, and hear my voice when I cry unto you.

Let my prayer be set forth in your sight as incense, and let the lifting up of my hands be an evening sacrifice.

Set a watch, O Lord, before my mouth, and keep the door of my lips.

O let not my heart be inclined to any evil thing; let me not be occupied in ungodly works with those who work wickedness, lest I eat of such things as please them.

Rather, let the righteous smite me, and in their loving-kindness reprove me.

But let not the oil of the unrighteous anoint my head; while I live, I will pray against their wickedness.

Let their rulers be overthrown in stony places, that they may hear my words, for they are sweet.

Let their bones lie scattered at the mouth of the grave, as when the ploughman scatters the earth in furrows.

But my eyes look unto you, O Lord God; in you is my refuge; O do not cast out my soul.

Keep me from the snare which they have laid for me, and from the traps of the evildoers.

Let the ungodly fall into their own nets together, and let me ever escape them.