Psalms 39

1 To the chief music-maker. Of Jeduthun. A Psalm. Of David. I said, I will give attention to my ways, so that my tongue may do no wrong; I will keep my mouth under control, while the sinner is before me.

Yo dije: Miraré por mis caminos, para no pecar con mi lengua: guardaré mi boca con freno, entre tanto que el impío fuere contra mí.

2 I made no sound, I said no word, even of good; and I was moved with sorrow.

Enmudecí con silencio, me callé de lo bueno; y mi dolor se alborotó.

3 My heart was burning in my breast; while I was deep in thought the fire was lighted; then I said with my tongue,

Calentóse mi corazón dentro de mí; en mi meditación se encendió fuego: hablé con mi lengua.

4 Lord, give me knowledge of my end, and of the measure of my days, so that I may see how feeble I am.

Notifícame, Jehová, mi fin, y la medida de mis días cuanta sea, sepa yo cuanto tengo de ser del mundo.

5 You have made my days no longer than a hand's measure; and my years are nothing in your eyes; truly, every man is but a breath. (Selah)

He aquí, como a palmos diste mis días, y mi edad es como nada delante de ti: ciertamente toda la vanidad es todo hombre que vive. (Selah)

6 Truly, every man goes on his way like an image; he is troubled for no purpose: he makes a great store of wealth, and has no knowledge of who will get it.

Ciertamente en tiniebla anda el hombre: ciertamente en vano se inquietan: allega, y no sabe quien lo cogerá.

7 And now, Lord, what am I waiting for? my hope is in you.

Y ahora, Señor, ¿qué esperaré? Mi esperanza en ti está.

8 Make me free from all my sins; do not let me be shamed by the man of evil behaviour.

Escápame de todas mis rebeliones, no me pongas por afrenta de insensato.

9 I was quiet, and kept my mouth shut; because you had done it.

Yo enmudecí, no abrí mi boca; porque tú lo hiciste.

10 No longer let your hand be hard on me; I am wasted by the blows of your hand.

Quita de sobre mí tu llaga; de la guerra de tu mano soy consumido.

11 By the weight of your wrath against man's sin, the glory of his form is wasted away; truly every man is but a breath. (Selah)

Con castigos sobre el pecado corriges al hombre, y haces desleir, como de polilla, su grandeza: ciertamente vanidad es todo hombre. (Selah)

12 Let my prayer come to your ears, O Lord, and give attention to my cry, make an answer to my weeping: for my time here is short before you, and in a little time I will be gone, like all my fathers.

Oye mi oración, o! Jehová escucha mi clamor; no calles a mis lágrimas; porque peregrino soy contigo; advenedizo, como todos mis padres.

13 Let your wrath be turned away from me, so that I may be comforted, before I go away from here, and become nothing.

Déjame, y tomaré fuerzas, antes que me vaya y perezca.