Psalms 141
141
PSALM 141
Common Meter: 8,6,8,6
A Psalm of David.
1O Lord, I unto thee do cry,
do thou make haste to me,
And give an ear unto my voice,
when I cry unto thee.
2As incense let my prayer be
directed in thine eyes;
And the uplifting of my hands
as th' ev 'ning sacrifice.
3Set, Lord, a watch before my mouth,
keep of my lips the door.
4My heart incline thou not unto
the ills I should abhor,
To practise wicked works with men
that work iniquity;
And with their delicates my taste
let me not satisfy.
5Let him that righteous is me smite,
it shall a kindness be;
Let him reprove, I shall it count
a precious oil to me:
Such smiting shall not break my head;
for yet the time shall fall,
When I in their calamities
to God pray for them shall.
6When as their judges down shall be
in stony places cast,
Then shall they hear my words; for they
shall sweet be to their taste.
7About the grave's devouring mouth
our bones are scatter'd round,
As wood which men do cut and cleave
lies scatter'd on the ground.
8But unto thee, O God the Lord,
mine eyes uplifted be:
My soul do not leave destitute;
my trust is set on thee.
9Lord, keep me safely from the snares
which they for me prepare;
And from the subtile gins of them
that wicked workers are.
10Let workers of iniquity
into their own nets fall,
Whilst I do, by thine help, escape
the danger of them all.
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Psalms 141
141
1A Psalme of David. O Lord, I call vpon thee: haste thee vnto me: heare my voyce, when I cry vnto thee. 2Let my prayer be directed in thy sight as incense, and the lifting vp of mine hands as an euening sacrifice. 3Set a watch, O Lord, before my mouth, and keepe the doore of my lips. 4Incline not mine heart to euill, that I should commit wicked workes with men that worke iniquitie: and let me not eate of their delicates. 5Let the righteous smite me: for that is a benefite: and let him reprooue me, and it shalbe a precious oyle, that shall not breake mine head: for within a while I shall euen pray in their miseries. 6When their iudges shall be cast downe in stonie places, they shall heare my wordes, for they are sweete. 7Our bones lye scattered at the graues mouth, as he that heweth wood or diggeth in the earth. 8But mine eyes looke vnto thee, O Lord God: in thee is my trust: leaue not my soule destitute. 9Keepe me from the snare, which they haue layde for me, and from the grennes of the workers of iniquitie. 10Let the wicked fall into his nettes together, whiles I escape.
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