Livro dos Salmos 109

Biblia Matos Soares	NEW JERUSALEM
1 De Davide. Salmo. Disse o Senhor ao meu Senhor: "Senta-te à minha direita, até que ponha os teus inimigos por escabelo de teus pés".	1 [For the choirmaster Of David Psalm] God whom I praise, do not be silent!
2 O Senhor estenderá o ceptro do teu poder (do alto) de Sião: "Impera no meio dos teus inimigos!	2 Wicked and deceiving words are being said about me, false accusations are cast in my teeth.
3 Contigo está o principado, no dia do teu nascimento, entre os resplendores da santidade: antes da aurora, como orvalho, eu te gerei."	3 Words of hate fly al around me, though I give no cause for hostility.
4 Jurou o Senhor, e não se arrependerá: "Tu és sacerdote eternamente, segundo a ordem de Melquisedec."	4 In return for my friendship they denounce me, and al I can do is pray!
5 O Senhor está à tua direita; esmagará os reis no dia da sua ira.	5 They repay my kindness with evil, and friendship with hatred.
6 Julgará as nações, amontoará cadáveres; esmagará cabeças sobre um vasto campo.	6 'Set up a wicked man against him as accuser to stand on his right.
7 Beberá da torrente no caminho, por isso levantará a sua cabeça.	7 At his trial may he emerge as guilty, even his prayer construed as a crime!
	8 'May his life be cut short, someone else take over his office,
	9 his children be orphaned, his wife be widowed.
	10 'May his children wander perpetual y, beggars, driven from the ruins of their house,
	11 a creditor seize al his goods, and strangers make off with his earnings.
	12 'May there be none left faithful enough to show him love, no one take pity on his orphans,
	13 the line of his descendants cut off, his name wiped out in one generation.
	14 'May Yahweh never forget the crimes of his ancestors, and his mother's sins not be wiped out;
	15 may Yahweh keep these constantly in mind, to cut off the remembrance of them from the earth.'
	16 He had no thought of being loyal, but hounded the poor and the needy and the broken-hearted totheir death.
	17 He had a taste for cursing; let it recoil on him! No taste for blessing; let it never come his way!
	18 Cursing has been the uniform he wore; let it soak into him like water, like oil right into his bones.
	19 Let it be as a robe which envelops him completely, a sash which he always wears.
	20 Let this be the salary Yahweh pays the accusers who blacken my name.
	21 Yahweh, treat them as your name demands; as your faithful love is generous, deliver me.
	22 Poor and needy as I am, my wounds go right to the heart;
	23 I am passing away like a fading shadow, they have shaken me off like a locust.
	24 My knees are weak from lack of food, my body lean for lack of fat.
	25 I have become the butt of their taunts, they shake their heads at the sight of me.
	26 Help me, Yahweh my God, save me as your faithful love demands.
	27 Let them know that yours is the saving hand, that this, Yahweh, is your work.
	28 Let them curse, provided that you bless; let their attacks bring shame to them and joy to yourservant!
	29 Let my accusers be clothed in disgrace, enveloped in a cloak of shame.
	30 With generous thanks to Yahweh on my lips, I shall praise him before all the people,
	31 for he stands at the side of the poor, to save their lives from those who sit in judgement on them.