141:4 Incline not my heart to an evil thing, To do habitually actions in wickedness, With men working iniquity, Yea, I eat not of their pleasant things.
141:5 The righteous doth beat me [in] kindness. And doth reprove me, Oil of the head my head disalloweth not, For still my prayer [is] about their vexations.
141:6 Their judges have been released by the sides of a rock, And they have heard my sayings, For they have been pleasant.
141:7 As one tilling and ripping up in the land, Have our bones been scattered at the command of Saul.
141:8 But to Thee, O Jehovah, my Lord, [are] mine eyes, In Thee I have trusted, Make not bare my soul.
141:9 Keep me from the gin they laid for me, Even snares of workers of iniquity.
141:10 The wicked fall in their nets together, till I pass over!