Ψαλμός 140
Kατευθυνθήτω ἡ προσευχή μου ὡς θυμίαμα ἐνώπιόν Σου, ἔπαρσις τῶν χειρῶν μου θυσία ἑσπερινή, εἰσάκουσόν μου Κύριε.
Θοῦ, Κύριε, φυλακὴν τῷ στόματί μου καὶ θύραν περιοχῆς περὶ τὰ χείλη μου.
Μὴ ἐκκλίνῃς τὴν καρδίαν μου εἰς λόγους πονηρίας τοῦ προφασίζεσθαι προφάσεις ἐν ἁμαρτίαις.
Σὺν ἀνθρώποις ἐργαζομένοις τὴν ἀνομίαν, καὶ οὐ μὴ συνδυάσω μετὰ τῶν ἐκλεκτῶν αὐτῶν.
Παιδεύσει με δίκαιος ἐν ἐλέει καὶ ἐλέγξει με, ἔλαιον δὲ ἁμαρτωλοῦ μὴ λιπανάτω τὴν κεφαλήν μου.
Ὅτι ἔτι καὶ ἡ προσευχή μου ἐν ταῖς εὐδοκίαις αὐτῶν κατεπόθησαν ἐχόμενα πέτρας οἱ κριταὶ αὐτῶν.
Ἀἀκούσονται τὰ ρήματά μου ὅτι ἡδύνθησαν ὡσεὶ πάχος γῆς ἐρράγη ἐπὶ τῆς γῆς, διεσκορπίσθη τὰ ὀστᾶ αὐτῶν παρὰ τὸν ᾅδην.
Ὅτι πρὸς σέ, Κύριε, Κύριε, οἱ ὀφθαλμοί μου· ἐπὶ σοὶ ἤλπισα, μὴ ἀντανέλῃς τὴν ψυχήν μου.
Φύλαξόν με ἀπὸ παγίδος, ἧς συνεστήσαντό μοι, καὶ ἀπὸ σκανδάλων τῶν ἐργαζομένων τὴν ἀνομίαν.
Πεσοῦνται ἐν ἀμφιβλήστρῳ αὐτῶν οἱ ἁμαρτωλοί κατὰ μόνας εἰμὶ ἐγὼ ἕως ἂν παρέλθω.
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Psalm 140 (141)
Let my prayer be set before You as incense.
The lifting up of my hands as the evening sacrifice;
give ear unto my voice, 0 Lord.
Set a guard, 0 Lord, over my mouth;
Keep watch over the door of my lips.
Do not incline my heart to any evil thing,
To practice wicked works.
With men who work iniquity
and do not let me eat of their delicacies.
Let the righteous strike me;
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.
Their judges are overthrown by the sides of the cliff.
And they hear my words, for they are sweet.
Our bones are scattered at the mouth of the grave,
as when one plows and breaks up the earth.
But my eyes are upon You, 0 God the Lord;
in You I take refuge;
Do not leave my soul destitute.
Keep me from the snares they have laid for me,
and from the traps of the workers of iniquity.
Let the wicked fall into their own nets,
While I escape safely.
