Psalms

¹ A psalm of David. LORD, I call on you; hurry to help me. Listen to my voice when I call on you.

² May my prayer be set before you as incense, the raising of my hands as the evening offering.

³ LORD, set up a guard for my mouth; keep watch at the door of my lips.

⁴ Do not let my heart turn to any evil thing or perform wicked acts with men who commit sin. Do not let me feast on their delicacies.

⁵ Let the righteous one strike me — it is an act of faithful love; let him rebuke me — it is oil for my head; let me not refuse it. Even now my prayer is against the evil acts of the wicked.

⁶ When their rulers will be thrown off the sides of a cliff, the people will listen to my words, for they are pleasing.

⁷ As when one plows and breaks up the soil, turning up rocks, so our bones have been scattered at the mouth of Sheol.

⁸ But my eyes look to you, LORD, my Lord. I seek refuge in you; do not let me die.

⁹ Protect me from the trap they have set for me, and from the snares of evildoers.

¹⁰ Let the wicked fall into their own nets, while I pass by safely.