PSAL. CXLI. A Psalm of David

Jehovah I upon thee call, O make thou haste to me: And hearken thou unto my voice, when I do cry to thee. And let my prayer directed be before thee incense-wise: And of my soul the lifting up, as evening sacrifice.

Jehovah, O that thou wouldst set a watch my mouth before; And also of my lips be thou the keeper of the door. Bow not my heart to any ill, to do a wicked deed, With men that mischief work: nor let me of their dainties feed.

The just let smite me, kindness 'tis, let him reprove me eke; It shall be such a precious oyl, my head it shall not break. For yet my pray'rs ev'n in their wo When judges theirs are cast On Rocks, then they shall hear my words for they are sweet to tast.

As one that cutteth, or doth cleave the wood upon the ground. So all about the mouth of graves our bones be scattered round. But unto thee, O God the Lord, directed are mine eyes. My soul O leave not destitute on thee my hope relies.

O do thou keep me from the snare which they have laid for me: And also from the grins of those that work iniquitie. But let them all that wicked are, into their own net fall. Until that altogether I escape in safety shall