Wednesday, December 21, 2016

Psa 141

LORD! I cry unto Thee, make haste unto me. Give ear unto my voice when I cry unto Thee.

Let my prayer be set forth before Thee as incense; and the lifting of my hands as the evening sacrifice.

Set a watch, O LORD, before my mouth. Keep the door of my lips.

Incline not my heart to any evil thing, to practice wicked works with men that work iniquity, and let me not eat of their dainties.

Let the righteous smite me. It shall be a kindness, and let him reprove me. It shall be an excellent oil, which shall not break my head -- for my prayer shall also be in their calamities. When their judges are overthrown in stony places, they shall hear my words for they are sweet.

Our bones are scattered at the grave's mouth, as when one cutteth and cleaveth wood upon the earth. But mine eyes are unto Thee, O GOD the Lord. In Thee is my trust. Leave not my soul destitute.

Keep me from the snares which they have laid for me, and the gin of the workers of iniquity. Let the wicked fall into their own nets, whilst I withal escape. -- Psa 141

I'm seeking the Lord's healing right now, having been quite sick for over a week. There is much in the Psalms to aid in this.

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