Salmos 39

El libro del Pueblo de Dios	Catholic Public Domain Bible
¹ Del maestro de coro. De Iedutún. Salmo de David.	¹ Unto the end. A Psalm of David himself.
² Yo pensé: «Voy a vigilar mi proceder para no excederme con la lengua; le pondré una mordaza a mi boca, mientras tenga delante al malvado».	² I have waited expectantly for the Lord, and he was attentive to me.
³ Entonces me encerré en el silencio, callé, pero no me fue bien: el dolor se me hacía insoportable;	³ And he heard my prayers and he led me out of the pit of misery and the quagmire. And he stationed my feet upon a rock, and he directed my steps.
⁴ el corazón me ardía en el pecho, y a fuerza de pensar, el fuego se inflamaba, ¡hasta que al fin tuve que hablar!	⁴ And he sent a new canticle into my mouth, a song to our God. Many will see, and they will fear; and they will hope in the Lord.
⁵ Señor, dame a conocer mi fin y cuál es la medida de mis días para que comprenda lo frágil que soy:	⁵ Blessed is the man whose hope is in the name of the Lord, and who has no respect for vanities and absurd falsehoods.
⁶ no me diste más que un palmo de vida, y mi existencia es como nada ante ti. Ahí está el hombre: es tan sólo un soplo,	⁶ You have accomplished your many wonders, O Lord my God, and there is no one similar to you in your thoughts. I have announced and I have spoken: they are multiplied beyond number.
⁷ pasa lo mismo que una sombra; s e inquieta por cosas fugaces y atesora sin saber para quién.	⁷ Sacrifice and oblation, you did not want. But you have perfected ears for me. Holocaust and sin offering, you did not require.
⁸ Y ahora, Señor, ¿qué esperanza me queda? Mi esperanza está puesta sólo en ti:	⁸ Then I said, “Behold, I draw near.” At the head of the book, it has been written of me:
⁹ líbrame de todas mis maldades, y no me expongas a la burla de los necios.	⁹ that I should do your will. My God, I have willed it. And your law is in the midst of my heart.
¹⁰ Yo me callo, no me atrevo a abrir la boca, porque eres tú quien hizo todo esto.	¹⁰ I have announced your justice in a great Church: behold, I will not restrain my lips. O Lord, you have known it.
¹¹ Aparta de mí tus golpes: ¡me consumo bajo el peso de tu mano!	¹¹ I have not concealed your justice within my heart. I have spoken your truth and your salvation. I have not concealed your mercy and your truth from a great assembly.
¹² Tú corriges a los hombres, castigando sus culpas; carcomes como la polilla sus tesoros: un soplo, nada más, es todo hombre.	¹² O Lord, do not take your tender mercies far from me. Your mercy and your truth ever sustain me.
¹³ Escucha, Señor, mi oración; presta oído a mi clamor; no seas insensible a mi llanto, porque soy un huésped en tu casa, un peregrino, lo mismo que mis padres.	¹³ For evils without number have surrounded me. My iniquities have taken hold of me, and I was not able to see. They have been multiplied beyond the hairs of my head. And my heart has forsaken me.
¹⁴ No me mires con enojo, para que pueda alegrarme, antes que me vaya y ya no exista más.	¹⁴ Be pleased, O Lord, to rescue me. Look down, O Lord, to help me.
	¹⁵ Let them together be confounded and awed, who seek after my soul to steal it away. Let them be turned back and be in awe, who wish evils upon me.
	¹⁶ Let them bear their confusion all at once, who say to me, “Well, well.”
	¹⁷ Let all who seek you exult and rejoice over you. And let those who love your salvation always say, “May the Lord be magnified.”
	¹⁸ But I am a beggar and poor. The Lord has been concerned about me. You are my helper and my protector. My God, do not delay.