Psaumes 141.2
New International Version

Prière pour être délivré des hommes violents

¹ I call to you, Lord, come quickly to me;
hear me when I call to you.

² May my prayer be set before you like incense;
may the lifting up of my hands be like the evening sacrifice.

³ Set a guard over my mouth, Lord;
keep watch over the door of my lips.

⁴ Do not let my heart be drawn to what is evil
so that I take part in wicked deeds
along with those who are evildoers;
do not let me eat their delicacies.

⁵ Let a righteous man strike me — that is a kindness;
let him rebuke me — that is oil on my head.
My head will not refuse it,
for my prayer will still be against the deeds of evildoers.

⁶ Their rulers will be thrown down from the cliffs,
and the wicked will learn that my words were well spoken.

⁷ They will say, “As one plows and breaks up the earth,
so our bones have been scattered at the mouth of the grave.”

⁸ But my eyes are fixed on you, Sovereign Lord;
in you I take refuge — do not give me over to death.

⁹ Keep me safe from the traps set by evildoers,
from the snares they have laid for me.

¹⁰ Let the wicked fall into their own nets,
while I pass by in safety.