2 Let my prayer stand before you like incense;let my uplifted hands be like the evening offering.
3 Set a guard over my mouth, Lord;keep close watch over the door that is my lips.
4 Don’t let my heart turn aside to evil thingsso that I don’t do wicked things with evildoers,so I don’t taste their delicacies.
5 Instead, let the righteous discipline me;let the faithful correct me!Let my head never reject that kind of fine oil,because my prayers are always against the deeds of the wicked.
6 Their leaders will fall from jagged cliffs,but my words will be heard because they are pleasing.
7 Our bones have been scattered at the mouth of the grave,just like when the ground is broken up and plowed.
8 But my eyes are on you, my Lord God.I take refuge in you; don’t let me die!