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141:1	Lord, I cry unto thee: make haste unto me; give ear unto my voice, when I cry unto thee.
141:2	Let my prayer be set forth before thee as incense; and the lifting up of my hands as the evening sacrifice.
141:3	Set a watch, O LORD, before my mouth; keep the door of my lips.
141:4	Incline not my heart to any evil thing, to practise wicked works with men that work iniquity: and let me not eat of their dainties.
141:5	Let the righteous smite me; it shall be a kindness: and let him reprove me; it shall be an excellent oil, which shall not break my head: for yet my prayer also shall be in their calamities.
141:6	When their judges are overthrown in stony places, they shall hear my words; for they are sweet.
141:7	Our bones are scattered at the grave's mouth, as when one cutteth and cleaveth wood upon the earth.
141:8	But mine eyes are unto thee, O GOD the Lord: in thee is my trust; leave not my soul destitute.
141:9	Keep me from the snares which they have laid for me, and the gins of the workers of iniquity.
141:10	Let the wicked fall into their own nets, whilst that I withal escape.


141:1	A psalme of Dauid. Lorde, I call vpon the: haste the vnto me, & consider my voyce, when I crye vnto the.
141:2	Let my prayer be set forth in thy sight as the incense: & let the lyftyng vp of my handes be an eueninge sacrifyce.
141:3	Set a watch, O Lord, before my mouth & kepe the dore of my lippes.
141:4	O let not myne herte be inclyned to any euell thynge: let me not be occupyed in vngodly workes, with the men that worke wyckednesse, lest I eate of soch thynges as please them.
141:5	Let the ryghteous rather smyte me frendly & reproue me.
141:6	But let not ther preciouse balmes: breake myne heed: yee, I wyll praye yet agaynste theyr wyckednesse.
141:7	Lett theyr iudges be ouerthrowen in stony places: that they may heare my wordes: for they are swete.
141:8	Our bones lye scatered before the pit, lyke as when one breaketh and heweth wood vpon the erth.
141:9	But myne eyes looke vnto the, O Lorde God: in the is my trust, Oh cast not out my soule.
141:10	Kepe me from the snare which they haue layed for me: & from the trappes of the wicked doers. Let the vngodly fall into their awne nettes together: and let me euer escape them.


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