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The fifth book of Psalms, song 141, Vulgate and King James Version

Psalm 141


   1 PSALMUS. David. Domine, clamavi ad te, ad me festina; intende voci meae, cum clamo ad te.
   2 Dirigatur oratio mea sicut incensum in conspectu tuo, elevatio manuum mearum ut sacrificium vespertinum. -
   3 Pone, Domine, custodiam ori meo et vigiliam ad ostium labiorum meorum.
   4 Non declines cor meum in verbum malitiae ad machinandas machinationes in impietate cum hominibus operantibus iniquitatem; et non comedam ex deliciis eorum.
   5 Percutiat me iustus in misericordia et increpet me; oleum autem peccatoris non impinguet caput meum, quoniam adhuc et oratio mea in malitiis eorum.
   6 Deiecti in manus duras iudicum eorum, audient verba mea, quoniam suavia erant.
   7 Sicut frusta dolantis et dirumpentis in terra, dissipata sunt ossa eorum ad fauces inferni.
   8 Quia ad te, Domine, Domine, oculi mei; ad te confugi, non effundas animam meam.
   9 Custodi me a laqueo, quem statuerunt mihi, et a scandalis operantium iniquitatem.
   10 Cadent in retiacula sua peccatores simul, ego autem ultra pertranseam.

King James Version

   A Psalm of David.
   1 LORD, I cry unto thee: make haste unto me; give ear unto my voice, when I cry unto thee.
   2 Let my prayer be set forth before thee as incense; and the lifting up of my hands as the evening sacrifice.
   3 Set a watch, O LORD, before my mouth; keep the door of my lips.
   4 Incline not my heart to any evil thing, to practise wicked works with men that work iniquity: and let me not eat of their dainties.
   5 Let the righteous smite me; it shall be a kindness: and let him reprove me; it shall be an excellent oil, which shall not break my head: for yet my prayer also shall be in their calamities.
   6 When their judges are overthrown in stony places, they shall hear my words; for they are sweet.
   7 Our bones are scattered at the grave's mouth, as when one cutteth and cleaveth wood upon the earth.
   8 But mine eyes are unto thee, O GOD the Lord: in thee is my trust; leave not my soul destitute.
   9 Keep me from the snares which they have laid for me, and the gins of the workers of iniquity.
   10 Let the wicked fall into their own nets, whilst that I withal escape.

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