2
Let my prayer be ordered before you like a sweet smell; and let the lifting up of my hands be like the evening offering.
3
O Lord, keep a watch over my mouth; keep the door of my lips.
4
Keep my heart from desiring any evil thing, or from taking part in the sins of the evil-doers with men who do wrong: and let me have no part in their good things.
5
Let the upright give me punishment; and let the god-fearing man put me in the right way; but I will not let the oil of sinners come on my head: when they do evil I will give myself to prayer.
6
When destruction comes to their judges by the side of the rock, they will give ear to my words, for they are sweet.
7
Our bones are broken up at the mouth of the underworld, as the earth is broken by the plough.
8
But my eyes are turned to you, O Lord God: my hope is in you; let not my soul be given up to death.
\\<>\\. 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.