Psalm 141

LOrd, hear with speed my voices lamentation;
Vouchsafe to give my mournfull clamors hearing.
As incense, or an Afternoones Oblation,
Accept my Prayers, & my hands vprearing.
Lord, let my mouth, as with a watch, be warded;
And, let the Portalls of my lipps be garded.

Lest I to sinn, with sinners, may be trained,
Preserve my hart, oh Lord, from sinns infection
Who, rather then, their pleasures to have gained,
Desire in Love, the righteous man's correction.
As curing balme, the same should be received;
And, I would pray for thē, whē they were greeved.

Whē frō the Roks, their judges down are heved,
The rest wil hear: for, I sweet words have spoken:
As on the Land, where blocks are hew'd & cleaved
Our bones before the grave, lie strow'd, & brokē,
Yet, still, mine eye on thee oh Lord attendeth,
And, still, my soul on thee alone, dependeth.

Then, suffer not my soul to be reiected.
And, (that I be not by their wiles ensnared)
Let me from those close engines be directed,
Which for my soul, the wicked have prepared.
Let their own snares, which they have layd, intrap thē
And, let me, Lord, for evermore, escape them.