Psalm 141 v1-5 of 10 'O LORD, I call to you. Come quickly! I’m in need!' To: Franconia. Sing Psalms

Psalm 141 “"O LORD, I call to you. Come quickly! I’m in need!"
Tune: Franconia
Falkirk Free Church
The images are only intended to provide resonances with some aspects of the psalm; they are not intended as a one-to-one correspondence.
images: Isaiah in the temple (Isaiah 6)
William Brassey Hole - A prophet of God denounces the idolatry of Jeroboam (1 Kings 13 cf. 2 Kings 23)

A throwing from cliffs occurs in 2 Chronicles 25.

10 Then Amaziah separated them, the army that had come to him out of Ephraim, to go home again. Therefore their anger was greatly kindled against Judah, and they returned home in fierce anger. 11 Amaziah took courage, and led his people out, and went to the Valley of Salt, and struck ten thousand of the children of Seir. 12 The children of Judah carried away ten thousand alive, and brought them to the top of the rock, and threw them down from the top of the rock, so that they all were broken in pieces. 13 But the men of the army whom Amaziah sent back, that they should not go with him to battle, fell on the cities of Judah, from Samaria even to Beth Horon, and struck of them three thousand, and took much plunder.

PSALM 141 S.M.

1 O LORD, I call to you.
Come quickly! I’m in need!
And, when I cry to you for help,
to my appeal give heed.

2 Like incense may my prayer
before your face arise—
The raising of my hands be like
the evening sacrifice.

3 Keep watch, LORD, on my mouth
and guard my lips, I pray;
4 Let not my heart to evil thoughts
be drawn and led astray.

Keep me from taking part
in what the evil do;
Let me not taste their choicest food,
lest I be false to you.

5 A righteous friend’s rebuke
will be a soothing balm;
Such blows, in kindness aimed at me,
will never do me harm.

Against the wicked’s deeds
I make my constant prayer;
6 Their rulers will be thrown from cliffs,
and they will perish there.

The wicked then will know
my words were spoken well.
7 Like ground that’s ploughed, their bones are strewn
before the mouth of hell.

8 But now, O Sovereign LORD,
on you I fix my gaze;
Do not deliver me to death—
you are my help always.

9 Protect me from the traps
the wicked set for me,
10 And let them be ensnared themselves,
while I instead go free.