Psalm 141

O Lord, unto thee do I cry,
come to me speedily,
Give ear with favour to my voice
when I to thee do cry.
As incense let my prayer be
set forth before thine eyes,
And the up-lifting of mine hands
as th' evening sacrifice.

O Lord God, a continual watch
set thou my mouth before,
And of my lips that they may not
trespass, keep thou the door.
Turn not my heart to any ill,
to work a wicked deed,
With wicked workers, let not me
upon their dainties feed.

But let the righteous smite me, that
a kindness is to me,
Let him reprove me, that to me
a precious oyl shall be,
Which shall not break or wound my head,
my prayer yet shall be
Presented unto God for them
in their calamity.

When Judges me pursuing shall
in stony places fall,
My words shall then seem savoury,
and men shall hear them all.
About the graves devouring mouth
our bones lye scatter'd round,
As chips of wood which men do cut
lye scatter'd on the ground.

But, O my Lord and God, mine eyes
still look up unto thee,
In thee is all my trust, let not
my soul forsaken be.
Lord, keep me safely from the snare
which they for me prepare,
And from the subtil gins of them
that wicked workers are.

Into the nets which they have set
let all the wicked fall,
Whilest I for whom they them prepar'd,
escape from them withall.