1 O Lord, I unto thee do cry,
do thou make haste to me,
and give an ear unto my voice,
when I cry unto thee.
2 As incense let my prayer be
directed in thine eyes;
and the uplifting of my hands
as the evening sacrifice.

3 Set, Lord, a watch before my mouth,
keep of my lips the door.
4 My heart incline thou not unto
the ills I should abhor,
to practise wicked works with men
that work iniquity;
and with their dainties let me not
and them partaker be.

5 Let him that righteous is me smite,
it shall a kindness be;
let him reprove, I shall it count
a precious oil to me,
such oil my head shall not refuse,
for yet shall come the day
when I, in their calamities
to God pray for them shall pray.

6 When down the sides of rugged rocks
their judges shall be cast,
then shall they hear my words; for they
shall sweet be to their taste.
7 About the grave’s devouring mouth
our bones are scattered round,
as wood which men do cut and cleave
lies scattered on the ground.

8 But unto thee, O God the Lord,
mine eyes uplifted be:
my soul do not leave destitute;
my trust is set on thee.
9 Lord, keep me safely from the snares
which they for me prepare;
and from the subtle gins of them
that evil-doers are.

10 Let workers of iniquity
into their own nets fall,
Whilst I do, by thine help, escape
the danger of them all.