Daily Psalms - Classical Psalms Every Day

Psalm 141: A Prayer for Guarded Lips and Deliverance

Psalm 141, a psalm of David, is a cry for God to listen quickly as the psalmist offers prayer like incense and uplifted hands like the evening sacrifice. David asks the Lord to set a watch over his mouth and keep his heart from evil and from sharing in the pleasures of those who work iniquity. He welcomes the correction of the righteous as a kindness and an excellent oil, even while he continues to pray amid calamities and the scattering of bones at the grave’s mouth. With his eyes fixed on God as his trust, he pleads for protection from snares and traps laid by the wicked, and he longs to escape while they fall into their own nets.

00:00 Psalm 141 Opening
00:06 A Cry for Help
00:13 Prayer Like Incense
00:22 Guard My Speech
00:28 Resist Evil Temptation
00:37 Welcome Righteous Correction
00:58 Hope Amid Ruin
01:05 Trust and Deliverance
01:15 Escape the Wicked Traps
01:20 Final Vindication

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Psalm 141 - A Psalm of David

Lord, I cry unto thee: make
haste unto me; give ear unto

my voice, when I cry unto thee.

Let my prayer be set forth before
thee as incense; and the lifting up

of my hands as the evening sacrifice.

Set a watch, O Lord, before my
mouth; keep the door of my lips.

Incline not my heart to any evil
thing, to practise wicked works

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 an excellent oil, which shall
not break my head: for yet my prayer

also shall be in their calamities.

When their judges are overthrown
in stony places, they shall hear

my words; for they are sweet.

Our bones are scattered at the
grave's mouth, as when one cutteth

and cleaveth wood upon the earth.

But mine eyes are unto thee, O
God the Lord: in thee is my trust;

leave not my soul destitute.

Keep me from the snares which
they have laid for me, and the

gins of the workers of iniquity.

Let the wicked fall into their own
nets, whilst that I withal escape.