Psalms 64

1 Unto the end, a psalm for David. Hear, O God, my prayer, when I make supplication to thee: deliver my soul from the fear of the enemy.

Oye, o! Dios, mi voz en mi oración: guarda mi vida del miedo del enemigo:

2 Thou hast protected me from the assembly of the malignant; from the multitude of the workers of iniquity.

Escóndeme del secreto consejo de los malignos: de la conspiración de los que obran iniquidad.

3 For they have whetted their tongues like a sword; they have bent their bow a bitter thing,

Que afilaron su lengua, como espada: armaron por su saeta palabra amarga:

4 To shoot in secret the undefiled.

Para asaetar a escondidas al perfecto: de presto le asaetean, y no temen.

5 They will shoot at him on a sudden, and will not fear: they are resolute in wickedness. They have talked of hiding snares; they have said: Who shall see them?

Afírmanse asimismos sobre palabra mala: tratan de esconder los lazos: dicen: ¿Quién los ha de ver?

6 They have searched after iniquities: they have failed in their search. Man shall come to a deep heart:

Inquieren iniquidades; perficionan la inquisición del inquiridor, y lo que inventó lo íntimo de cada uno, y el corazón inventivo.

7 And God shall be exalted. The arrows of children are their wounds:

Mas Dios los asaeteará con saeta, de repente serán sus plagas.

8 And their tongues against them are made weak. All that saw them were troubled;

Y harán caer sobre sí sus mismas lenguas: espantarse han todos los que los vieren.

9 And every man was afraid. And they declared the works of God: and understood his doings.

Y temerán todos los hombres, y anunciarán la obra de Dios, y entenderán su obra.

10 The just shall rejoice in the Lord, and shall hope in him: and all the upright in heart shall be praised.

El justo se alegrará en Jehová, y asegurarse ha en él: y alabarse han todos los rectos de corazón.