A Psalm of David.
1 Lord, I cry out to You;
Make haste to me!
Give ear to my voice when I cry out to You.
The lifting up of my hands as the evening sacrifice.
Keep watch over the door of my lips.
To practice wicked works
With men who work iniquity;
And do not let me eat of their delicacies.
It shall be a kindness.
And let him rebuke me;
It shall be as excellent oil;
Let my head not refuse it.
For still my prayer is against the deeds of the wicked.
And they hear my words, for they are sweet.
As when one plows and breaks up the earth.
In You I take refuge;
[b]Do not leave my soul destitute.
And from the traps of the workers of iniquity.
While I escape safely.