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I call to you, Lord, come quickly to me
Hear me when I call to you so many times
May my prayer be set before You like incense
May the lifting up of my hands be like the evening sacrifice

Set a guard over my mouth, Lord
Keep watch over the door of my lips
Do not let my heart be drawn to what is evil
So that I take part in wicked deeds

I do not want to take part in wicked deeds
Along with those who are evildoers
Do not let me eat their delicacies
Do not let me be evil follower

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 against who’s mad

Their rulers will be thrown down from the cliffs
And the wicked will learn that my words were well said
They will say, “As one plows and breaks up the earth
So our bones have been scattered at the mouth of the grave and we deserved that”

But my eyes are fixed on You, Sovereign Lord
In You I take refuge—do not give me over to death
Keep me safe from the traps set by evildoers
From the snares they have laid for me keep me safe

Let the wicked fall into their own nets
While I pass by in safety
Let the wicked make their own mistakes
While I live my best day