Salmos 142

1 Con mi voz clamo a Yavé. Con mi voz suplico a Yavé.

Maschil. Of David. A prayer when he was in the hole of the rock. The sound of my cry went up to the Lord; with my voice I made my prayer for grace to the Lord.

2 Ante Él derramo mi queja. Declaro mi aflicción ante Él.

I put all my sorrows before him; and made clear to him all my trouble.

3 Cuando mi espíritu desmayaba dentro de mí, Tú conociste mi sendero. En el camino por donde ando Ellos me escondieron una trampa.

When my spirit is overcome, your eyes are on my goings; nets have been secretly placed in the way in which I go.

4 Miro a la derecha y observo Que no hay uno quien me atienda. No hay escape para mí. Nadie se preocupa por mi vida.

Looking to my right side, I saw no man who was my friend: I had no safe place; no one had any care for my soul.

5 A Ti clamo, oh Yavé. Digo: Tú eres mi Refugio, Mi porción en la tierra de los que viven.

I have made my cry to you, O Lord; I have said, You are my safe place, and my heritage in the land of the living.

6 Presta oído a mi clamor, Porque estoy muy abatido. Líbrame de mis perseguidores, Porque son demasiado fuertes para mí.

Give ear to my cry, for I am made very low: take me out of the hands of my haters, for they are stronger than I.

7 Saca mi vida de la prisión, Para que dé gracias a tu Nombre. Me rodearán los justos, Porque Tú me tratarás con abundancia.

Take my soul out of prison, so that I may give praise to your name: the upright will give praise because of me; for you have given me a full reward.