Salmos 39

EL LIBRO DEL PUEBLO DE DIOS	CATHOLIC PUBLIC DOMAIN
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.