Psalm 141

To thee, O Lord, I call and cry,
Make haste, make haste to me:
Give ear unto my voice, when I
Cry earnestly to thee.
O let my prayer be now set out,
As incense in thine eyes:
And lifting up of hands devout,
An evening sacrifice.
Lord set a watch to guard my lips,
And keep my mouth from sin:
That wicked works and fellowships,
My soul partake not in.
Incline my heart to no misdeed,
With them that wicked are:
Nor let me ever dare to feed
Of their delicious fare.
Suffer the righteous smiting me,
Which I shall kindness deem:
And his reproof an oil shall be
Of singular esteem.
Such smiting shall not break my head:
For still I'l pray to thee,
When as they shall be hard bestead,
With great calamitie.
Their Judges being overthrown
In dang'rous stony ground,
Shall make them hear my words each one,
For they full sweetly sound.
The graves devouring mouth is found,
With our dead bones bestrew'd:
As chips belitt'ring all the ground,
When wood is cleft and hew'd.
Lord God mine eyes are fixt on thee,
Leave not my soul depriv'd:
I trust in thee, O save thou me,
From their close snare contriv'd.
From wicked workers setting grins:
O let the wicked fall,
Even in their own devised gins,
While I escape withall.