Psalms 141

¹Lord, I cry unto thee: make haste unto me;

²Let my prayer be set forth before thee as incense;

³Set a watch, O Lord, before my mouth;

⁴Incline not my heart to any evil thing,

⁵Let the righteous smite me; it shall be a kindness:

⁶When their judges are overthrown in stony places,

⁷Our bones are scattered at the grave’s mouth,

⁸But mine eyes are unto thee, O God the Lord:

⁹Keep me from the snare which they have laid for me,

¹⁰Let the wicked fall into their own nets,