1 Lord, I call to you: hasten, to me, attend to my voice, when I call to you.10 Into their own nets let wicked people fall; while I pass by in safety.2 Let my prayer be presented as incense before you, and my uplifted hands as the evening meal-offering.3 Set, O Lord, a watch on my mouth, put a guard on the door of my lips.4 Incline not my heart to an evil matter, to busy myself in deeds of wickedness, in company with workers of evil: never may I partake of their dainties.5 A wound or reproof from a good person in kindness is oil which my head shall never refuse. In their misfortune my prayer is still with them.6 Abandoned they are to the hands of their judges: they shall learn that my words are true.7 Like stones on a country road cleft and broken so lie our bones scattered for Death to devour.8 But my eyes are turned towards you, O Lord. Do not pour out my life, for in you I take refuge.9 Keep me safe from the trap they have laid for me, from the snares of the workers of trouble.