A Psalm of David.
Jehovah, I have called upon thee; make haste unto me:
Give ear unto my voice, when I call unto thee.
Let my prayer be set forth as incense before thee;
The lifting up of my hands as the evening {Or, oblation}sacrifice.
Set a watch, O Jehovah, before my mouth;
Keep the door of my lips.
Incline not my heart to any evil thing,
To practise deeds of wickedness
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 as oil upon the head;
Let not my head refuse it:
For {Or, still is my prayer against their wickedness}even in their {Or, calamities}wickedness shall my prayer continue.
Their judges are thrown down by the sides of the rock;
And they shall hear my words; for they are sweet.
As when one ploweth and cleaveth the earth,
Our bones are scattered at the mouth of Sheol.
For mine eyes are unto thee, O Jehovah the Lord:
In thee do I take refuge; {Or, pour thou not out my life}leave not my soul destitute.
Keep me from the snare which they have laid for me,
And from the gins of the workers of iniquity.
Let the wicked fall into their own nets,
Whilst that I withal {Hebrew: pass over.}escape.
Querverweise zu Psalm 141,8 Ps 141,8
Mine eyes are ever toward Jehovah;For he will pluck my feet out of the net.
Turn thee unto me, and have mercy upon me;For I am desolate and afflicted.
A Song of Ascents.Unto thee do I lift up mine eyes,O thou that sittest in the heavens.
The troubles of my heart are {Or, as otherwise read, relieve thou, And bring me &c.}enlarged:Oh bring thou me out of my distresses.
Behold, as the eyes of servants look unto the hand of their master,As the eyes of a maid unto the hand of her mistress;So our eyes look unto Jehovah our God,Until he have mercy upon us.
He hath regarded the prayer of the destitute,And hath not despised their prayer.
O our God, wilt thou not judge them? for we have no might against this great company that cometh against us; neither know we what to do: but our eyes are upon thee.
For the enemy hath persecuted my soul;He hath smitten my life down to the ground:He hath made me to dwell in dark places, as those that have been long dead.
Therefore {Or, my spirit fainteth}is my spirit overwhelmed within me;My heart within me is desolate.
The poor and needy seek water, and there is none, and their tongue faileth for thirst; I, Jehovah, will answer them, I, the God of Israel, will not forsake them.
I will not leave you {Or, orphans}desolate: I come unto you.