1 I cry out to you, LORD: Come to me—quickly! Listen to my voice when I cry out to you!
2
Let my prayer stand before you like incense; let my uplifted hands be like the evening offering.
3
Set a guard over my mouth, LORD; keep close watch over the door that is my lips.
4
Don't let my heart turn aside to evil things so that I don't do wicked things with evildoers, so I don't taste their delicacies.
5
Instead, let the righteous discipline me; let the faithful correct me! Let my head never reject that kind of fine oil, because my prayers are always against the deeds of the wicked.
6
Their leaders will fall from jagged cliffs, but my words will be heard because they are pleasing.
7
Our bones have been scattered at the mouth of the grave, just like when the ground is broken up and plowed.
\\<>\\. This psalm was written about the same time, and upon the same occasion, as that going before and what follows after; even when David was persecuted by Saul, and when he was in great danger of his enemies, and snares were laid for his life.