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| Biblia Sagrada | NEW AMERICAN BIBLE |
|---|---|
| 1 Salmo. Cántico para la dedicación del templo. De David. | 1 A psalm. A song for the dedication of the temple. Of David. |
| 2 Te ensalzaré, Señor, porque me has librado | y no has dejado que mis enemigos se rían de mí. | 2 I praise you, LORD, for you raised me up and did not let my enemies rejoice over me. |
| 3 Señor, Dios mío, a ti grité, | y tú me sanaste. | 3 O LORD, my God, I cried out to you and you healed me. |
| 4 Señor, sacaste mi vida del abismo, | me hiciste revivir cuando bajaba a la fosa. | 4 LORD, you brought me up from Sheol; you kept me from going down to the pit. |
| 5 Tañed para el Señor, fieles suyos, | celebrad el recuerdo de su nombre santo; | 5 Sing praise to the LORD, you faithful; give thanks to God's holy name. |
| 6 su cólera dura un instante; | su bondad, de por vida; | al atardecer nos visita el llanto; | por la mañana, el júbilo. | 6 For divine anger lasts but a moment; divine favor lasts a lifetime. At dusk weeping comes for the night; but at dawn there is rejoicing. |
| 7 Yo pensaba muy seguro: | «No vacilaré jamás». | 7 Complacent, I once said, "I shall never be shaken." |
| 8 Tu bondad, Señor, me aseguraba | el honor y la fuerza; | pero escondiste tu rostro, | y quedé desconcertado. | 8 LORD, when you showed me favor I stood like the mighty mountains. But when you hid your face I was struck with terror. |
| 9 A ti, Señor, llamé, supliqué a mi Dios: | 9 To you, LORD, I cried out; with the Lord I pleaded for mercy: |
| 10 «¿Qué ganas con mi muerte, | con que yo baje a la fosa? | ¿Te va a dar gracias el polvo, | o va a proclamar tu lealtad? | 10 "What gain is there from my lifeblood, from my going down to the grave? Does dust give you thanks or declare your faithfulness? |
| 11 Escucha, Señor, y ten piedad de mí; | Señor, socórreme». | 11 Hear, O LORD, have mercy on me; LORD, be my helper." |
| 12 Cambiaste mi luto en danzas, | me desataste el sayal | y me has vestido de fiesta; | 12 You changed my mourning into dancing; you took off my sackcloth and clothed me with gladness. |
| 13 te cantará mi alma sin callarse. | Señor, Dios mío, te daré gracias por siempre. | 13 With my whole being I sing endless praise to you. O LORD, my God, forever will I give you thanks. |