141 Lord, I cry unto thee: make haste unto me; give ear unto my voice, when I cry unto thee.

Let my prayer be set forth before thee as incense; and the lifting up of my hands as the evening sacrifice.

Set a watch, O Lord, before my mouth; keep the door of my lips.

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.

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.

When their judges are overthrown in stony places, they shall hear my words; for they are sweet.

Our bones are scattered at the grave's mouth, as when one cutteth and cleaveth wood upon the earth.

But mine eyes are unto thee, O God the Lord: in thee is my trust; leave not my soul destitute.

Keep me from the snares which they have laid for me, and the gins of the workers of iniquity.

10 Let the wicked fall into their own nets, whilst that I withal escape.

Учение на Давида. Неговата молитва, когато беше в пещерата.

141 (A)С гласа си викнах към Господа, с гласа си се Господу помолих;

(B)излях пред Него молбата си: скръбта си Нему открих.

(C)Когато изнемогваше духът ми, Ти знаеше моята пътека. На пътя, по който ходих, те скришно примки ми поставиха.

(D)Гледам надясно и виждам, че никой ме не признава: няма убежище за мене, никой се не грижи за душата ми.

(E)Викнах към Тебе, Господи, и казах: Ти си мое прибежище и мой дял в земята на живите.

Чуй моите вопли, защото твърде изнемогнах; избави ме от моите гонители, защото те са по-силни от мене.

(F)Изведи от тъмница душата ми, за да славя Твоето име. Около мене ще се съберат праведните, кога ми сториш благодеяние.

A praise song of David.

141 Lord, I call to you for help.
    Listen to me as I pray.
    Please hurry and help me!
Accept my prayer like a gift of burning incense,
    the words I lift up like an evening sacrifice.

Lord, help me control what I say.
    Don’t let me say anything bad.
Take away any desire to do evil.
    Keep me from joining the wicked in doing wrong.
    Help me stay away from their feasts.
If good people correct me,
    I will consider it a good thing.
If they criticize me,
    I will accept it like a warm welcome.[a]
But my prayer will always be against the wicked and the evil they do.
Let their judges be put to death.[b]
    Then everyone will know that I told the truth.

Like rocks in a field that a farmer has plowed,
    so our bones will be scattered in the grave.
My Lord God, I look to you for help.
    I look to you for protection; don’t let me die.
Those evil people are trying to trap me.
    Don’t let me fall into their traps.
10 Let the wicked fall into their own traps,
    while I walk away unharmed.

Footnotes

  1. Psalm 141:5 a warm welcome Or “like oil poured over my head.”
  2. Psalm 141:6 Let their judges … to death Or “Let their judges be thrown from the cliffs.”