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(A psalm. of David’s.) 141 Jehovah, I am calling you; make haste for me;give ear to my voice as I call for you. 2 Let my prayer be made ready as incense before you,the lifting of my hands be an evening sacrifice. 3 Station a guard for my mouth, Jehovah,watch over the door of my lips. 4 Let my heart not incline to a bad thing,to find amusement in wrong-doingWith villainous men,nor take a meal of their dainties. 5 Let a doer of right trounce me,let his friendship correct me;Let a wrong-doer’s oil not anoint my head,because they have fettered my prayer by their wicked acts. 6 Their judges are hurled down the sides of crags,and they shall hear my words, because they are pleasant. 7 Like clods torn open on the earthour bones are scattered as the world below would take them. 8 For my eyes are toward you, Lord Jehovah;I have taken refuge in you; do not let my life run out. 9 Guard me from the grip of the trap they have set for meand the snares of villains; 10 Let wrong-doers fall into its nets togetherwhile I pass through.