Psalm 141 Eve before Sunday 1
Yahweh, I call to you, * help me now!
Listen to me * as I call to you.
Receive my prayer * as an offering of incense,
my uplifted hands * as an evening sacrifice.
Yahweh, put a guard my mouth,* Most High, lock my lips.
Keep my heart from evil, * from the works of the wicked.
Let me not join the wicked * in lavish feasting,
or else let the Just One strike me, * the Kind One punish me!
Let their fine oil not brighten my head, * but my prayer be ever against their crimes.
Let their judges fall into the hands of the Rock * and hear how sweet his sentence is!
Split and chopped as in the underworld, * lie my bones at the mouth of Sheol.
But, Yahweh Lord, * I still look to you.
In you I seek refuge, El; * protect my life!
Guard me from the traps * and weapons of those evildoers.
May they fall into his nets, * the wicked—one and all, * while I myself escape.