Lord, I call upon you; hasten unto me, *

and hear my voice when I cry unto you.

Let my prayer be set forth in your sight as incense, *

and let the lifting up of my hands be an evening sacrifice.

Set a watch, O Lord, before my mouth, *

and keep the door of my lips.

O let not my heart be inclined to any evil thing; *

let me not be occupied in ungodly works with those who work wickedness, lest I eat of such things as please them.

Rather, let the righteous smite me, *

and in their loving-kindness reprove me.

But let not the oil of the unrighteous anoint my head; *

while I live, I will pray against their wickedness.

Let their rulers be overthrown in stony places, *

that they may hear my words, for they are sweet.

Let their bones lie scattered at the mouth of the grave, *

as when the ploughman scatters the earth in furrows.

But my eyes look unto you, O Lord God; *

in you is my refuge; O do not cast out my soul.

Keep me from the snare which they have laid for me, *

and from the traps of the evildoers.

Let the ungodly fall into their own nets together, *

and let me ever escape them.

I cried unto the Lord with my voice; *

even unto the Lord I made my supplication.

I poured out my complaints before him, *

and showed him my trouble.

When my spirit was in heaviness you knew my path; *

in the way wherein I walked they had secretly laid a snare for me.

I looked also to my right hand *

and saw there was no one who would know me.

I had no place to flee to, *

and no one cared for my soul.

I cried out to you, O Lord, and said, *

“You are my refuge, and my portion in the land of the living.”

Consider my complaint, *

for I am brought very low.

O deliver me from my persecutors, *

for they are too strong for me.

Bring me out of prison, that I may give thanks unto your Name. *

When you show me your loving-kindness, then shall the righteous gather around me.