Domine clamavi

1 O Lord upon thee do I call,
then haste thee unto me:
And hearken thou unto my voice
when I do cry to thee.

2 As incense let my prayers be
directed in thy eyes:
And the uplifting of my hands,
an ev'ning sacrifice.

3 For guiding of my mouth, O Lord,
set thou a watch before:
And also of my moving lips,
O Lord, keep thou the door.

4 That I should wicked works commit,
incline thou not my heart:
With ill men of their delicates,
Lord, let me eat no part.

5 But let the righteous smite me, Lord,
for that is good for me:
Let him reprove me, and the same
a precious oil shall be.

6 Such smiting shall not break my head,
the time shall shortly fall,
When I shall in their misery
make prayers for them all.

7 And when in stony places down
their judges shall be cast,
Then shall they hear my words, because
they have a pleasant taste.

8 Our bones about the pit's mouth are
all scattered, and found:
As when one breaketh and doth hew
the wood upon the ground.

9 But, O, my Lord and God, my eyes
do look up unto thee:
In thee is all my trust, let not
my soul forsaken be.

10 Keep and preserve me from the snare
which they for me have laid:
And from the gins of wicked men,
whereof I am afraid.

11 The wicked into their own nets
together let them fall:
While I do by thy help escape
the danger of them all.

Source: The Whole Book of Psalms #CXLI