Salmos 57

Like wax that flows, they will be carried away. Fire has fallen upon them, and they will not see the sun.

Alabarte he en los pueblos, oh Señor; cantaré de ti en las naciones.

I will praise thee, O Lord, among the people: I will sing unto thee among the nations.

I will give thanks to you, Lord, among the peoples. I will sing praises to you among the nations.