I cry out to you, LORD: Come to me—quickly! Listen to my voice when I cry out to you!
Let my prayer stand before you like incense; let my uplifted hands be like the evening offering.
Set a guard over my mouth, LORD; keep close watch over the door that is my lips.
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.
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.
Their leaders will fall from jagged cliffs, but my words will be heard because they are pleasing.
Our bones have been scattered at the mouth of the grave, just like when the ground is broken up and plowed.
But my eyes are on you, my LORD God. I take refuge in you; don't let me die!
Protect me from the trap they've set for me; protect me from the snares of the evildoers.
Let the wicked fall into their own nets—all together!— but let me make it through safely.