Psalm 141
1 Lord, I cry unto thee: make haste unto me; give ear unto my voice, when I cry unto thee.
1 Lord, I | call up•on thee; | haste thee • unto me, ||
and con- | 3 sider my | voice, • when I | cry unto • thee. ||
2 Let my prayer be set forth before thee as incense; and the lifting up of my hands as the evening sacrifice.
2 Let my prayer be set forth in thy | sight • as the | incense; ||
and let the lifting up of my | hands • be an | evening | sacri•fice. ||
3 Set a watch, O Lord, before my mouth; keep the door of my lips.
3 Set a watch, O Lord, before my mouth, * and keep the | 3 door of my | lips. ||
4 O let not mine heart be in- | clined to • any | evil | thing; ||
4 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 me not be occupied in ungodly works with the | men that • work | wicked•ness, ||
neither let me | eat of • such | things as | please them. ||
5 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.
5 Let the righteous rather smite me friendly, and reprove me; * yea, let not my head re- | fuse their • precious | balms. ||
6 As for the ungodly, * I will pray | yet a- | gainst their | wicked•ness. ||
6 When their judges are overthrown in stony places, they shall hear my words; for they are sweet.
7 Our bones are scattered at the grave's mouth, as when one cutteth and cleaveth wood upon the earth.
7 Let their judges be over- | thrown in • stony | places, ||
that they may | hear my | words; for • they are | sweet. ||
8 But mine eyes are unto thee, O God the Lord: in thee is my trust; leave not my soul destitute.
8 Our bones lie | scattered be•fore the | pit, ||
like as when one breaketh and | heweth | wood up•on the | earth. ||
9 Keep me from the snares which they have laid for me, and the gins of the workers of iniquity.
9 But mine eyes look unto | thee, O • Lord | God; ||
in thee is my trust; O | cast not | out my | soul. ||
10 Let the wicked fall into their own nets, whilst that I withal escape.
10 Keep me from the | snare that • they have | laid • for me, ||
and from the | traps • of the | wicked | doers. ||
11 Let the ungodly fall into their own | nets to- | gether, ||
and | let me | 3 ever es- | cape them. ||
About the Pointing
The text of the Coverdale Psalter follows the 1928 American Book of Common Prayer. The pointing, suitably adapted, is taken from Charles Macpherson, Edward C. Bairstow, and Percy C. Buck, The English Psalter (Novello & Co., 1925).