Psalms

For the Chief Musician. To the tune of “Silent Dove in Distant Lands.” A poem by David, when the Philistines seized him in Gath.

1Be merciful to me, God, for man wants to swallow me up.All day long, he attacks and oppresses me.

2My enemies want to swallow me up all day long,for they are many who fight proudly against me.

3When I am afraid,I will put my trust in you.

4In God, I praise his word.In God, I put my trust.I will not be afraid.What can flesh do to me?

5All day long they twist my words.All their thoughts are against me for evil.

6They conspire and lurk,watching my steps. They are eager to take my life.

7Shall they escape by iniquity?In anger cast down the peoples, God.

8You count my wanderings.You put my tears into your container. Aren’t they in your book?

9Then my enemies shall turn back in the day that I call.I know this: that God is for me.

10In God, I will praise his word.In the LORD, I will praise his word.

11I have put my trust in God.I will not be afraid. What can man do to me?

12Your vows are on me, God.I will give thank offerings to you.

13For you have delivered my soul from death,and prevented my feet from falling, that I may walk before God in the light of the living.

1Unto the end, destroy not, for David, for an inscription of a title, when he fled from Saul into the cave. [1 Kings 24]

2Have mercy on me, O God, have mercy on me: for my soul trusteth in thee. And in the shadow of thy wings will I hope, until iniquity pass away.

3I will cry to God the most High; to God who hath done good to me.

4He hath sent from heaven and delivered me: he hath made them a reproach that trod upon me. God hath sent his mercy and his truth,

5And he hath delivered my soul from the midst of the young lions. I slept troubled. The sons of men, whose teeth are weapons and arrows, and their tongue a sharp sword.

6Be thou exalted, O God, above the heavens, and thy glory above all the earth.

7They prepared a snare for my feet; and they bowed down my soul. They dug a pit before my face, and they are fallen into it.

8My heart is ready, O God, my heart is ready: I will Sing, and rehearse a psalm.

9Arise, O my glory, arise psaltery and harp: I will arise early.

10I will give praise to thee, O Lord, among the people: I will sing a psalm to thee among the nations.

11For thy mercy is magnified even to the heavens: and thy truth unto the clouds.

12Be thou exalted, O God, above the heavens: and thy glory above all the earth.

13Esta traducción no incluye este pasaje.