Salmos 142

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

An Instructive Psalm of David. When he was in the Cave. A Prayer. With my voice—to Yahweh, make I outcry, With my voice—to Yahweh, make I supplication:

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

I pour out before him my complaint, My distress—before him, I tell.

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 fainted concerning myself, then, thou, didst take note of my path, —In the course which I was about to take, they had hidden a snare for me.

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.

Look to the right hand and see, that there is none that, for me, hath regard, —Escape is lost to me, There is no one to care for my life.

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

I have made outcry unto thee, O Yahweh, —I have said, Thou, art my refuge, my portion, 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.

Attend thou unto my loud cry, for I am brought very low, —Rescue me from my pursuers, 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.

O bring forth, out of prison, my soul, That I may give thanks unto thy Name, —About me, let the righteous gather round, for thou wilt deal bountifully with me.