Psalms Chapter 141
Ayo, Lord, I’m reaching out to you, speed it up and vibe with me when I’m hollerin’ out.
[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 hit different like incense, and my hands raised be a dope evening offering.
Let my prayer be set forth before thee {as} incense; {and} the lifting up of my hands {as} the evening sacrifice. {set...: Heb. directed}
So God, put a guard over my mouth; keep the gate of my lips locked tight.
Set a watch, O LORD, before my mouth; keep the door of my lips.
Don’t let my heart vibe with any bad energy or roll with those who do shady stuff; I ain’t tryna munch on their gourmet meals, no cap.
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 come through; that’s some pure love: if they check me, it’s like some fire oil that won’t mess up my vibe; my prayers still go out for their struggles.
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. {me; it shall be a...: or, me kindly, and reprove me; let not their precious oil break, etc}
When their judges get wrecked in tough spots, they’ll peep my words; they’re sweet like candy.
When their judges are overthrown in stony places, they shall hear my words; for they are sweet.
Our bones are laid out at the grave’s edge, like when someone splits wood on the ground.
Our bones are scattered at the grave's mouth, as when one cutteth and cleaveth {wood} upon the earth.
But my gaze is locked on you, God the Lord: I trust you; don’t leave my soul in the lurch.
But mine eyes {are} unto thee, O GOD the Lord: in thee is my trust; leave not my soul destitute. {leave...: Heb. make not my soul bare}
Keep me clear of the traps they set for me and the schemes of those who do wrong.
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 snares while I dip out safe.
Let the wicked fall into their own nets, whilst that I withal escape. {escape: Heb. pass over}