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# Chapter 141
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1 O Lord, I am calling to you. Please hurry!
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Listen when I cry to you for help!
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2 Accept my prayer as incense offered to you,
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and my upraised hands as an evening offering.
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3 Take control of what I say, O Lord,
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and guard my lips.
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4 Don’t let me drift toward evil
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or take part in acts of wickedness.
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Don’t let me share in the delicacies
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of those who do wrong.
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5 Let the godly strike me!
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It will be a kindness!
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If they correct me, it is soothing medicine.
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Don’t let me refuse it.
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But I pray constantly
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against the wicked and their deeds.
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6 When their leaders are thrown down from a cliff,
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the wicked will listen to my words and find them true.
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7 Like rocks brought up by a plow,
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the bones of the wicked will lie scattered without burial.
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8 I look to you for help, O Sovereign Lord.
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You are my refuge; don’t let them kill me.
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9 Keep me from the traps they have set for me,
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from the snares of those who do wrong.
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10 Let the wicked fall into their own nets,
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but let me escape. |