Salmos 70

1 Al maestro de coro. De David. En memoria. Ven a librarme, Dios mío, apresúrate, Yahvé, a socorrerme.

To the Chief Musician. David’s. To call to Remembrance. [Be pleased] O God, to rescue me, O Yahweh, to help me—make haste.

2 Confundidos y sonrojados queden los que buscan mi vida; vuelvan la espalda cubiertos de vergüenza los que se gozan de mis males.

Let them turn pale and then at once blush, Who are seeking my life, —Let them draw back, and be confounded, Who are taking pleasure in my misfortune;

3 Retrocedan llenos de confusión los que me dicen: “¡aja! ¡aja!”.

Let them turn back, on account of their own shame, Who are saying, Aha! Aha!

4 Mas alégrense en Ti y regocíjense todos los que te buscan; y los que aman tu auxilio digan siempre: “Dios es grande.”

Let all them be glad and rejoice in thee, Yea, let them, who are seekers of thee, —say continually, God be magnified! Who are lovers of thy salvation.

5 Yo soy miserable y doliente; mas Tú, oh Dios, ven en mi socorro. Mi amparo y mi libertador eres Tú; oh Yahvé, no tardes.

But, I, being humbled and needy, O God, haste to me, —My help and my deliverer, art thou, O Yahweh do not tarry.