Psalms 141:8

Let the righteous strike me, it is kindness;

let him reprove me, it is like oil on the head;

don’t let my head refuse it;

Yet my prayer is always against evil deeds.

Their judges are thrown down by the sides of the rock.

They will hear my words, for they are well spoken.

“As when one plows and breaks up the earth,

our bones are scattered at the mouth of Sheol.”

Keep me from the snare which they have laid for me,

from the traps of the workers of iniquity.

Let the wicked fall together into their own nets

while I pass by.