Psalms

The fifth book of Psalms, song 141, New English Translation and King James Version

Psalm 141

New English Translation

A psalm of David.

   1 O LORD, I cry out to you. Come quickly to me! Pay attention to me when I cry out to you!
   2 May you accept my prayer like incense, my uplifted hands like the evening offering!
   3 O LORD, place a guard on my mouth! Protect the opening of my lips!
   4 Do not let me have evil desires, or participate in sinful activities with men who behave wickedly. I will not eat their delicacies.
   5 May the godly strike me in love and correct me! May my head not refuse choice oil! Indeed, my prayer is a witness against their evil deeds.
   6 They will be thrown down the side of a cliff by their judges. They will listen to my words, for they are pleasant.
   7 As when one plows and breaks up the soil, so our bones are scattered at the mouth of Sheol.
   8 Surely I am looking to you, O sovereign LORD. In you I take shelter. Do not expose me to danger!
   9 Protect me from the snare they have laid for me, and the traps the evildoers have set.
   10 Let the wicked fall into their own nets, while I escape.

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.