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To the Overseer with stringed instruments, on the octave. — A Psalm of David. O Jehovah, in Thine anger reprove me not, Nor in Thy fury chastise me.
Al Músico principal: en Neginoth sobre Seminith: Salmo de David. JEHOVÁ, no me reprendas en tu furor, ni me castigues con tu ira.
O LORD, rebuke me not in thine anger, neither chasten me in thy hot displeasure.
LORD, don’t rebuke me in your anger, neither discipline me in your wrath.
Favour me, O Jehovah, for I am weak, Heal me, O Jehovah, For troubled have been my bones,
Ten misericordia de mí, oh Jehová, porque yo estoy debilitado: sáname, oh Jehová, porque mis huesos están conmovidos.
Have mercy upon me, O LORD; for I am weak: O LORD, heal me; for my bones are vexed.
Have mercy on me, LORD, for I am faint. LORD, heal me, for my bones are troubled.
And my soul hath been troubled greatly, And Thou, O Jehovah, till when?
Mi alma asimismo está muy conturbada: y tú, Jehová, ¿hasta cuándo?
My soul is also sore vexed: but thou, O LORD, how long?
My soul is also in great anguish. But you, LORD—how long?
Turn back, O Jehovah, draw out my soul, Save me for Thy kindness' sake.
Vuelve, oh Jehová, libra mi alma; sálvame por tu misericordia.
Return, O LORD, deliver my soul: oh save me for thy mercies’ sake.
Return, LORD. Deliver my soul, and save me for your loving kindness’ sake.
For there is not in death Thy memorial, In Sheol, who doth give thanks to Thee?
Porque en la muerte no hay memoria de ti: ¿quién te loará en el sepulcro?
For in death there is no remembrance of thee: in the grave who shall give thee thanks?
For in death there is no memory of you. In Sheol, who shall give you thanks?
I have been weary with my sighing, I meditate through all the night on my bed, With my tear my couch I waste.
Heme consumido á fuerza de gemir: todas las noches inundo mi lecho, riego mi estrado con mis lágrimas.
I am weary with my groaning; all the night make I my bed to swim; I water my couch with my tears.
I am weary with my groaning. Every night I flood my bed. I drench my couch with my tears.
Old from provocation is mine eye, It is old because of all mine adversaries,
Mis ojos están carcomidos de descontento; hanse envejecido á causa de todos mis angustiadores.
Mine eye is consumed because of grief; it waxeth old because of all mine enemies.
My eye wastes away because of grief. It grows old because of all my adversaries.
Turn from me all ye workers of iniquity, For Jehovah heard the voice of my weeping,
Apartaos de mí, todos los obradores de iniquidad; porque Jehová ha oído la voz de mi lloro.
Depart from me, all ye workers of iniquity; for the LORD hath heard the voice of my weeping.
Depart from me, all you workers of iniquity, for the LORD has heard the voice of my weeping.
Jehovah hath heard my supplication, Jehovah my prayer receiveth.
Jehová ha oído mi ruego; ha recibido Jehová mi oración.
The LORD hath heard my supplication; the LORD will receive my prayer.
The LORD has heard my supplication. The LORD accepts my prayer.
Ashamed and troubled greatly are all mine enemies, They turn back — ashamed in a moment!
Se avergonzarán, y turbaránse mucho todos mis enemigos; volveránse y serán avergonzados subitáneamente.
Let all mine enemies be ashamed and sore vexed: let them return and be ashamed suddenly.
May all my enemies be ashamed and dismayed. They shall turn back, they shall be disgraced suddenly.