Post by Scribe 10

Let the wicked fall into their own nets, Whilst that I withal escape. Psalm 142 Maschil of David, when he was in the cave; a Prayer.

Let my prayer be set forth as incense before thee; The lifting up of my hands as the evening sacrifice.

As when one ploweth and cleaveth the earth, Our bones are scattered at the mouth of Sheol.

For mine eyes are unto thee, O Jehovah the Lord: In thee do I take refuge; leave not my soul destitute.

Their judges are thrown down by the sides of the rock; And they shall hear my words; for they are sweet.

Set a watch, O Jehovah, before my mouth; Keep the door of my lips.

Jehovah, I have called upon thee; make haste unto me: Give ear unto my voice, when I call unto thee.

Incline not my heart to any evil thing, To practise deeds of wickedness With men that work iniquity: And let me not eat of their dainties.

Keep me from the snare which they have laid for me, And from the gins of the workers of iniquity.

Let the righteous smite me, it shall be' a kindness; And let him reprove me, it shall be as' oil upon the head; Let not my head refuse it: For even in their wickedness shall my prayer continue.