Psalm 141: Domine, clamavi

O LORD, I call to you; come to me quickly; *

hear my voice when I cry to you.

Let my prayer be set forth in your sight as incense, *

the lifting up of my hands as the evening sacrifice.

Set a watch before my mouth, O LORD,

and guard the door of my lips; *

let not my heart incline to any evil thing.

Let me not be occupied in wickedness with evildoers, *

nor eat of their choice foods.

Let the righteous smite me in friendly rebuke;

let not the oil of the unrighteous anoint my head; *

for my prayer is continually against their wicked deeds.

Let their rulers be overthrown in stony places, *

that they may know my words are true.

As when a plowman turns over the earth in furrows, *

let their bones be scattered at the mouth of the grave.

But my eyes are turned to you, Lord GOD; *

in you I take refuge;

do not strip me of my life.

Protect me from the snare which they have laid for me *

and from the traps of the evildoers.

Let the wicked fall into their own nets, *

while I myself escape.