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YHWH, I have cried out to You; Hasten to me! Give ear to my voice when I cry out to You.
Let my prayer be prepared before You as incense, The lifting up of my hands as the evening offering.
O YHWH, set a guard for my mouth; Watch over the door of my lips.
Let not my heart be inclined to evil, To practise deeds of wrongness With men working wickedness, And let me not eat of their delicacies.
Let the righteous one smite me Or reprove me in kindness - It is oil on my head. Let my head not refuse it. My prayer is still against their evil deeds.
Their judges have been thrown down By the sides of the rock, But they have heard my words, For they have been pleasant.
Our bones are scattered at the mouth of the grave, As when one ploughs and breaks up the earth.
But my eyes are upon You, O Master YHWH. In You I take refuge; Do not pour out my life.
Guard me from the clutches Of the trap they have laid for me, And from the snares Of the workers of wickedness.
Let the wrong fall into their own nets, While I pass by.