1 Senhor, a ti clamo, dá-te pressa em me acudir;

inclina os ouvidos à minha voz, quando te invoco.

2 Suba à tua presença a minha oração, como incenso,

e seja o erguer de minhas mãos como oferenda vespertina.

3 Põe guarda, Senhor, à minha boca;

vigia a porta dos meus lábios.

4 Não permitas que meu coração se incline para o mal,

para a prática da perversidade

na companhia de homens que são malfeitores;

e não coma eu das suas iguarias.

5 Fira-me o justo, será isso mercê;

repreenda-me, será como óleo sobre a minha cabeça,

a qual não há de rejeitá-lo.

Continuarei a orar enquanto os perversos praticam maldade.

6 Os seus juízes serão precipitados penha abaixo,

mas ouvirão as minhas palavras, que são agradáveis,

7 ainda que sejam espalhados os meus ossos à boca da sepultura,

quando se lavra e sulca a terra.

8 Pois em ti, Senhor Deus, estão fitos os meus olhos:

em ti confio; não desampares a minha alma.

9 Guarda-me dos laços que me armaram

e das armadilhas dos que praticam iniquidade.

10 Caiam os ímpios nas suas próprias redes,

enquanto eu, nesse meio tempo, me salvo incólume.

1 Jehovah, I have called upon thee; make haste unto me:

Give ear unto my voice, when I call unto thee.

2 Let my prayer be set forth as incense before thee;

The lifting up of my hands as the evening sacrifice.

3 Set a watch, O Jehovah, before my mouth;

Keep the door of my lips.

4 Incline not my heart to any evil thing,

To practise deeds of wickedness

With men that work iniquity:

And let me not eat of their dainties.

5 Let the righteous smite me, it shall be a kindness;

And let him reprove me, it shall be as oil upon the head;

Let not my head refuse it:

For even in their wickedness shall my prayer continue.

6 Their judges are thrown down by the sides of the rock;

And they shall hear my words; for they are sweet.

7 As when one ploweth and cleaveth the earth,

Our bones are scattered at the mouth of Sheol.

8 For mine eyes are unto thee, O Jehovah the Lord:

In thee do I take refuge; leave not my soul destitute.

9 Keep me from the snare which they have laid for me,

And from the gins of the workers of iniquity.

10 Let the wicked fall into their own nets,

Whilst that I withal escape.

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.