Psalm 141 (Covenanters CM)

1 O Lord, I unto thee do cry,do thou make haste to me,And give an ear unto my voice,when I cry unto thee.2 As incense let my prayer bedirected in thine eyes;And the uplifting of my handsas th’ ev ‘ning sacrifice.3 Set, Lord, a watch before my mouth,keep of my lips the door.4 My heart incline thou not untothe ills I should abhor,To practice wicked works with menthat work iniquity;And with their delicates my tastelet me not satisfy.5 Let him that righteous is me smite,it shall a kindness be;Let him reprove, I shall it counta precious oil to me:Such smiting shall not break my head;for yet the time shall fall,When I in their calamitiesto God pray for them shall.6 When as their judges down shall bein stony places cast,Then shall they hear my words; for theyshall sweet be to their taste.7 About the grave’s devouring mouthour bones are scattered round,As wood which men do cut and cleavelies scattered on the ground.8 But unto thee, O God the Lord,mine eyes uplifted be:My soul do not leave destitute;my trust is set on thee.9 Lord, keep me safely from the snareswhich they for me prepare;And from the subtle gins of themthat wicked workers are.10 Let workers of iniquityinto their own nets fall,Whilst I do, by thine help, escapethe danger of them all.