מִזְמוֹר לְדָוִד יְהוָה קְרָאתִיךָ חוּשָׁה לִּי הַאֲזִינָה קוֹלִי בְּקָרְאִי־לָךְ׃   141:1

Psal. 141:1   A psalm of David's:

                               Lord, I have called to You.

                     Hurry to me!

                               Hear my voice with my calling to You!

תִּכּוֹן תְּפִלָּתִי קְטֹרֶת לְפָנֶיךָ מַשְׂאַת כַּפַּי מִנְחַת־עָרֶב׃   141:2

Psal. 141:2   Let my prayer be set up, an incense before You,

                               the lifting of my hands, an evening sacrifice.

שִׁיתָה יְהוָה שָׁמְרָה לְפִי נִצְּרָה עַל־דַּל שְׂפָתָי׃   141:3

Psal. 141:3   Set, Lord, a guard for my mouth,

                               watch at the door of my lips.

אַל־תַּט־לִבִּי לְדָבָר רָע לְהִתְעוֹלֵל עֲלִלוֹת בְּרֶשַׁע אֶת־אִישִׁים פֹּעֲלֵי־אָוֶן וּבַל־אֶלְחַם בְּמַנְעַמֵּיהֶם׃   141:4

Psal. 141:4   May You not incline my heart to any evil thing,

                               to indulge wanton deeds, with wickedness,

                         together with any men, practitioners of iniquity,

                               nor let me dine on their delicacies.

Here is a definitive statement as to what the psalmist is praying for and why.  He doesn’t want to be sucked into the evil that surrounds him.  He is fearful that he might succumb to the lure of the successes of the evil men, their “delicacies.”

יֶהֶלְמֵנִי־צַדִּיק חֶסֶד וְיוֹכִיחֵנִי שֶׁמֶן רֹאשׁ אַל־יָנִי רֹאשִׁי כִּי־עוֹד וּתְפִלָּתִי בְּרָעוֹתֵיהֶם׃   141:5

Psal. 141:5   Let a kind righteous one strike me and correct me,

                               surely yet my head would not refuse the finest oil,

                       and my prayer would be about their evil deeds.

נִשְׁמְטוּ בִידֵי־סֶלַע שֹׁפְטֵיהֶם וְשָׁמְעוּ אֲמָרַי כִּי נָעֵמוּ׃   141:6

Psal. 141:6   Their vindicators are thrown down by the sides of the rock,

                               then they may hear my words, that they are sweet.

כְּמֹו פֹלֵחַ וּבֹקֵעַ בָּאָרֶץ נִפְזְרוּ עֲצָמֵינוּ לְפִי שְׁאֹול׃   141:7

Psal. 141:7   As if one were piercing and breaking up onto the earth,

                               our bones are scattered in the opening of a grave.

כִּי אֵלֶיךָ יְהוִה אֲדֹנָי עֵינָי בְּכָה חָסִיתִי אַל־תְּעַר נַפְשִׁי׃   141:8

Psal. 141:8   Indeed, my eyes are to You, Lord, my Master.

                               I take refuge in You;

                       may You not leave my soul destitute.

שָׁמְרֵנִי מִידֵי פַח יָקְשׁוּ לִי וּמֹקְשֹׁות פֹּעֲלֵי אָוֶן׃   141:9

Psal. 141:9   Keep me from the sides of the trap they have set for me,

                               and from the lures of the practitioners of iniquity.

יִפְּלוּ בְמַכְמֹרָיו רְשָׁעִים יַחַד אָנֹכִי עַד־אֶעֱבֹור׃   141:10

Psal. 141:10   May the wicked each together fall into his own nets

                               while I would escape.

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