Salmos 17

BIBLIA	NEW AMERICAN BIBLE
1 Oración. De David. Escucha, Yahveh, la justicia, atiende a mi clamor, presta oído a mi plegaria, que no es de labios engañosos.	1 A prayer of David. Hear, LORD, my plea for justice; pay heed to my cry; Listen to my prayer spoken without guile.
2 Mi juicio saldrá de tu presencia, tus ojos ven lo recto.	2 From you let my vindication come; your eyes see what is right.
3 Mi corazón tú sondas, de noche me visitas; me pruebas al crisol sin hallar nada malo en mí; mi boca no claudica	3 You have tested my heart, searched it in the night. You have tried me by fire, but find no malice in me. My mouth has not transgressed
4 al modo de los hombres. La palabra de tus labios he guardado, por las sendas trazadas	4 as humans often do. As your lips have instructed me, I have kept the way of the law.
5 ajustando mis pasos; por tus veredas no vacilan mis pies.	5 My steps have kept to your paths; my feet have not faltered.
6 Yo te llamo, que tú, oh Dios, me respondes, tiende hacia mí tu oído, escucha mis palabras,	6 I call upon you; answer me, O God. Turn your ear to me; hear my prayer.
7 haz gala de tus gracias, tú que salvas a los que buscan a tu diestra refugio contra los que atacan.	7 Show your wonderful love, you who deliver with your right arm those who seek refuge from their foes.
8 Guárdame como la pupila de los ojos, escóndeme a la sombra de tus alas	8 Keep me as the apple of your eye; hide me in the shadow of your wings
9 de esos impíos que me acosan, enemigos ensañados que me cercan.	9 from the violence of the wicked.
10 Están ellos cerrados en su grasa, hablan, la arrogancia en la boca.	10 My ravenous enemies press upon me; they close their hearts, they fill their mouths with proud roaring.
11 Avanzan contra mí, ya me cercan, me clavan sus ojos para tirarme al suelo.	11 Their steps even now encircle me; they watch closely, keeping low to the ground,
12 Son como el león ávido de presa, o el leoncillo agazapado en su guarida.	12 Like lions eager for prey, like young lions lurking in ambush.
13 ¡Levántate, Yahveh, hazle frente, derríbale; libra con tu espada mi alma del impío,	13 Rise, O LORD, confront and cast them down; rescue me so from the wicked.
14 de los mortales, con tu mano, Yahveh, de los mortales de este mundo, cuyo lote es la vida! ¡De tus reservas llénales el vientre, que sus hijos se sacien, y dejen las sobras para sus pequeños!	14 Slay them with your sword; with your hand, LORD, slay them; snatch them from the world in their prime. Their bellies are being filled with your friends; their children are satisfied too, for they share what is left with their young.
15 Mas yo, en la justicia, contemplaré tu rostro, al despertar me hartaré de tu imagen.	15 I am just--let me see your face; when I awake, let me be filled with your presence.