1Yo, Lord, I’m callin’ out to you, hurry up and hear my vibe when I’m cryin’ out.

2Let my prayer pop off like incense, and my hands lifted be like a chill evening sacrifice.

3Set a watch, God, over my mouth; keep the door of my lips on lock.

4Don’t let my heart vibe with any evil stuff or roll with those who do wicked things; I ain’t tryna eat their fancy food, no cap.

5Let the righteous hit me up; that’s straight kindness: if they correct me, it’s like some fire oil that won’t mess up my head; my prayers still go out for their struggles.

6When their judges get wrecked in rocky spots, they’ll hear my words; they’re sweet like candy.

7Our bones are spread out at the grave’s mouth, like when someone chops wood on the ground.

8But my eyes are locked on you, God the Lord: I trust you; don’t leave my soul hanging.

9Keep me away from the traps they set for me and the tricks of those who do wrong.

10Let the wicked trip into their own nets while I bounce out safe.

1Lord, I cry unto thee: make haste unto me; give ear unto my voice, when I cry unto thee.

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

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

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

5Let 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.

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

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

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

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

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