Psalm 141 N.
Words: Sternhold and Hopkins, The Whole Book of Psalms Collected into English Metre
1 O Lord, upon thee do I call, then haste thee unto me, And hearken thou unto my voice when I do cry to thee:
2 As incense let my pray'rs still be directed in thy eyes, And the uplifting of my hands an evening sacrifice.
3 For guiding of my mouth, O Lord, set thou a watch before; And also of my moving lips, O Lord, keep thou the door.
4 That I should wicked works commit incline thou not my heart; With ill men of their delicates, Lord, let me eat no part.
5 But let the righteous smite me, Lord, for that is good for me; Let him reprove me, and the same a precious oil shall be.
6 Such smiting shall not break my head, the time shall shortly fall, When I shall in their misery make prayers for them all.
7 And when in stony places down their judges shall be cast, Then shall they hear my words, because they have a pleasant taste.
8 Our bones about the pit's mouth are all scatterèd, and found, As when one breaketh and doth hew the wood upon the ground.
9 But, O, my Lord and God, my eyes do look up unto thee; In thee is all my trust, let not my soul forsaken be:
10 Keep and preserve me from the snare which they for me have laid, And from the gins** of wicked men, whereof I am afraid.
11 The wicked into their own nets together let them fall, While I do by thy help escape the danger of them all.
** gins: traps, snares, nets.