Psalm 141

¹O Lord, I am calling to you. Please hurry!
    Listen when I cry to you for help!
²Accept my prayer as incense offered to you,
    and my upraised hands as an evening offering.

³Take control of what I say, O Lord,
    and guard my lips.
⁴Don’t let me drift toward evil
    or take part in acts of wickedness.
Don’t let me share in the delicacies
    of those who do wrong.

⁵Let the godly strike me!
    It will be a kindness!
If they correct me, it is soothing medicine.
    Don’t let me refuse it.

But I pray constantly
    against the wicked and their deeds.
⁶When their leaders are thrown down from a cliff,
    the wicked will listen to my words and find them true.
⁷Like rocks brought up by a plow,
    the bones of the wicked will lie scattered without burial.^[a]

⁸I look to you for help, O Sovereign Lord.
    You are my refuge; don’t let them kill me.
⁹Keep me from the traps they have set for me,
    from the snares of those who do wrong.
¹⁰Let the wicked fall into their own nets,
    but let me escape.