Salmos 28

1 De David. A Ti, Yahvé, clamo, roca mía, no te muestres sordo conmigo; no sea que si Tú me desoyes me asemeje yo a los que bajan al sepulcro.

Of David. Unto you, O Lord, do I cry; my rock, be not deaf to me: lest, through holding your peace, I become like those who go down to the pit.

2 Escucha la voz de mi súplica cuando clamo a Ti, mientras levanto mis manos hacia el interior de tu Santuario.

Hear my loud entreaty, as I cry for help to you, lifting my hands, O Lord, towards your holy chancel.

3 No me quites de en medio con los impíos y los obradores de iniquidad, que hablan paz a su prójimo y maquinan el mal en su corazón.

Take me not off with the wicked, nor with the workers of wrong, whose speech to their neighbors is friendly, while evil is in their heart.

4 Retribúyeles conforme a sus obras y a la malicia de sus maquinaciones; págales según su conducta, dales su merecido.

Give them as they have done, as their wicked deeds deserve. As their hands have wrought, so give to them: requite to them their deserts.

5 Porque no paran mientes en los hechos de Yahvé, ni en las obras de sus manos. ¡Destrúyalos Él y no los restablezca!

They are blind to all that the Lord does, to all that his hands have wrought; and so he will tear them down, to build them up no more.

6 Bendito sea Yahvé, porque oyó la voz de mi súplica.

Blest be the Lord, who has heard my voice as I plead for mercy.

7 Yahvé es mi fortaleza y mi escudo; en Él confió mi corazón y fui socorrido. Por eso mi corazón salta de gozo y lo alabo con mi cántico.

The Lord is my strength and my shield; my heart trusts in him. I was helped: so my heart is exultant, and in my song I will praise him.

8 Yahvé es la fuerza de su pueblo, y el alcázar de salvación para su ungido.

The Lord is the strength of his people, the fortress who saves his anointed.

9 Salva a tu pueblo y bendice a tu heredad; apaciéntalos y condúcelos para siempre.

O save your people, and bless your inheritance. Be their shepherd and carry them forever.