Psalms 141

NEW AMERICAN BIBLE	CATHOLIC PUBLIC DOMAIN
1 A psalm of David. LORD, I call to you; come quickly to help me; listen to my plea when I call.	1 The understanding of David. A prayer, when he was in the cave.
2 Let my prayer be incense before you; my uplifted hands an evening sacrifice.	2 With my voice, I cried out to the Lord. With my voice, I made supplication to the Lord.
3 Set a guard, LORD, before my mouth, a gatekeeper at my lips.	3 In his sight, I pour out my prayer, and before him, I declare my tribulation.
4 Do not let my heart incline to evil, or yield to any sin. I will never feast upon the fine food of evildoers.	4 Though my spirit may become faint within me, even then, you have known my paths. Along this way, which I have been walking, they have hidden a snare for me.
5 Let the just strike me; that is kindness; let them rebuke me; that is oil for my head. All this I shall not refuse, but will pray despite these trials.	5 I considered toward the right, and I looked, but there was no one who would know me. Flight has perished before me, and there is no one who has concern for my soul.
6 When their leaders are cast over the cliff, all will learn that my prayers were heard.	6 I cried out to you, O Lord. I said: You are my hope, my portion in the land of the living.
7 As when a farmer plows a field into broken clods, so their bones will be strewn at the mouth of Sheol.	7 Attend to my supplication. For I have been humbled exceedingly. Free me from my persecutors, for they have been fortified against me.
8 My eyes are upon you, O GOD, my Lord; in you I take refuge; do not strip me of life.	8 Lead my soul out of confinement in order to confess your name. The just are waiting for me, until you repay me.
9 Guard me from the trap they have set for me, from the snares of evildoers.
10 Into their own nets let all the wicked fall, while I make good my own escape.