Psalm 141

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141 Lord, I cry unto thee: make haste unto me; give ear unto my voice, when I cry unto thee.

Lord listen to me, please.  I am doubting and I want to be fully persuaded that I have no need to fear.  Hear me even if I am praying about the same thing.

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

Hear my cry and give me your undivided attention.

3 Set a watch, O Lord, before my mouth; keep the door of my lips.

Help me to be careful of the things that come from my mouth.  Help me to keep my mouth closed.

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

Control my heart.  Lord, I do not want to practice bad behaviors and conversations.  Keep me from enjoying the good of iniquity.

5 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 yet my prayer also shall be in their calamities. 

Let those who need to correct me, correct me.  I will continue to pray for my enemies.

6 When their judges are overthrown in stony places, they shall hear my words; for they are sweet.

The words I speak will come to pass and those who did not listen will know that I told them the truth.

7 Our bones are scattered at the grave's mouth, as when one cutteth and cleaveth wood upon the earth.

We are all over the place as a woodcutter who cuts wood.

8 But mine eyes are unto thee, O God the Lord: in thee is my trust; leave not my soul destitute.

My hope is in Your Word.  Life does not feel good for me.  I hate what I have to depart from but I know it will be okay.

9 Keep me from the snares which they have laid for me, and the gins of the workers of iniquity.

Keep me from continued hurt.  I am tired.  I want to see goodness on earth.  I see it but it runs from me and I am discouraged today.

10 Let the wicked fall into their own nets, whilst that I withal escape.

Don't let the wicked hurt me.  Let the hole being dug for me, be the hole they dug for themselves.  Thank you for allowing me to escape.