Psalms 61

1 To the chief music-maker. On a corded instrument. Of David. Let my cry come to you, O God; let your ears be open to my prayer.

Oye, o! Dios, mi clamor; está atento a mi oración.

2 From the end of the earth will I send up my cry to you, when my heart is overcome: take me to the rock which is over-high for me.

Desde el cabo de la tierra clamaré a ti, cuando desmayare mi corazón; a la peña más alta que yo, llévame.

3 For you have been my secret place, and my high tower from those who made war on me.

Porque tú has sido mi refugio; torre de fortaleza delante del enemigo.

4 I will make your tent my resting-place for ever: I will keep myself under the cover of your wings. (Selah)

Yo habitaré en tu tabernáculo para siempre; estaré seguro en el escondedero de tus alas.

5 For you, O God, have made answer to my prayers; you have given me the heritage of those who give honour to your name.

Porque tú, o! Dios, has oído mis votos; has dado heredad a los que temen tu nombre.

6 You will give the king long life; and make his years go on through the generations.

Días sobre días añadirás al rey: sus años serán como generación y generación.

7 May the seat of his authority be before God for ever; may mercy and righteousness keep him safe.

El estará para siempre delante de Dios; misericordia y verdad apercibe que le conserven.

8 So will I make songs in praise of your name for ever, giving to God that which is right day by day.

Así cantaré tu nombre para siempre, pagando mis votos cada día.