1 A Psalm of David. O Lord, I have cried to thee; hear me: attend to the voice of my supplication, when I cry to thee.
2 Let my prayer be set forth before thee as incense; the lifting up of my hands as an evening sacrifice.
4 Incline not my heart to evil things, to employ pretexts for sins, with men who work iniquity: and let me not unite with their choice ones.
5 The righteous shall chasten me with mercy, and reprove me: but let not the oil of the sinner anoint my head: for yet shall my prayer also be in their pleasures.
6 Their mighty ones have been swallowed up near the rock: they shall hear my words, for they are sweet.
7 As a lump of earth is crushed upon the ground, our bones have been scattered by the mouth of the grave.