Psalm 141
A Psalm of David.
Give ear unto my voice, when I call unto thee.
The lifting up of my hands as the evening sacrifice.
Keep the door of my lips.
To practise deeds of wickedness
With men that work iniquity:
And let me not eat of their dainties.
And let him reprove me, it shall be as oil upon the head;
Let not my head refuse it:
For even in their wickedness shall my prayer continue.
And they shall hear my words; for they are sweet.
Our bones are scattered at the mouth of Sheol.
In thee do I take refuge; leave not my soul destitute.
And from the gins of the workers of iniquity.
Whilst that I withal escape.