Livro dos Salmos 13

SAGRADA BIBLIA	CATHOLIC PUBLIC DOMAIN
1 Ao mestre de canto. Salmo de Davi. Até quando, Senhor, de todo vos esquecereis de mim? Por quanto tempo ainda desviareis de mim os vossos olhares?	1 Unto the end. A Psalm of David. The fool has said in his heart, “There is no God.” They were corrupted, and they have become abominable in their studies. There is no one who does good; there is not even one.
2 Até quando aninharei a angústia na minha alma, e, dia após dia, a tristeza no coração?	2 The Lord has looked down from heaven upon the sons of men, to see if there were any who were considering or seeking God.
3 Até quando se levantará o meu inimigo contra mim? Olhai! Ouvi-me, Senhor, ó meu Deus!	3 They have all gone astray; together they have become useless. There is no one who does good; there is not even one.
4 Iluminai meus olhos com vossa luz, para eu não adormecer na morte, para que meu inimigo não venha a dizer: Venci-o;	4 Their throat is an open sepulcher. With their tongues, they have been acting deceitfully; the venom of asps is under their lips. Their mouth is full of curses and bitterness.
5 e meus adversários não triunfem no momento de minha queda, eu que confiei em vossa misericórdia. Antes possa meu coração regozijar-se em vosso socorro!	5 Their feet are swift to shed blood. Grief and unhappiness are in their ways; and the way of peace, they have not known.
6 Então cantarei ao Senhor pelos benefícios que me concedeu.	6 There is no fear of God before their eyes.
	7 Who will grant the salvation of Israel from Zion? When the Lord turns away the captivity of his people, Jacob will exult, and Israel will rejoice.