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.
Voce mea ad Dominum
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.