Glorious art thou (and) excellent, From the mountains of prey.
Set a watch, O Jehovah, before my mouth; Keep the door of my lips.
Incline not my heart to any evil thing, To practise deeds of wickedness With men that work iniquity: And let me not eat of their dainties.
He hath turned aside my ways, and pulled me in pieces; he hath made me desolate.