Psalm 140

O Lady, I have cried to thee, hear me: incline unto my prayer and to my supplication. Let my supplication be directed as incense before thy face: both in the time of the evening sacrifice and in the morning. Let not my heart turn aside into spiteful words: and let not the thought of wickedness upset my mind. Make me submissive to the good pleasure of thy heart: and let me be conformed to thy actions. With the sword of understanding pierce my heart: and with the dart of charity inflame my mind. Glory be to the Father, etc.