For the Chief Musician; on stringed instruments. Maschil of David.

1 Give ear to my prayer, O God;

And hide not thyself from my supplication.

2 Attend unto me, and answer me:

I am restless in my complaint, and moan,

3 Because of the voice of the enemy,

Because of the oppression of the wicked;

For they cast iniquity upon me,

And in anger they persecute me.

4 My heart is sore pained within me:

And the terrors of death are fallen upon me.

5 Fearfulness and trembling are come upon me,

And horror hath overwhelmed me.

6 And I said, Oh that I had wings like a dove!

Then would I fly away, and be at rest.

7 Lo, then would I wander far off,

I would lodge in the wilderness. [Selah

8 I would haste me to a shelter

From the stormy wind and tempest.

9 Destroy, O Lord, and divide their tongue;

For I have seen violence and strife in the city.

10 Day and night they go about it upon the walls thereof:

Iniquity also and mischief are in the midst of it.

11 Wickedness is in the midst thereof:

Oppression and guile depart not from its streets.

12 For it was not an enemy that reproached me;

Then I could have borne it:

Neither was it he that hated me that did magnify himself against me;

Then I would have hid myself from him:

13 But it was thou, a man mine equal,

My companion, and my familiar friend.

14 We took sweet counsel together;

We walked in the house of God with the throng.

15 Let death come suddenly upon them,

Let them go down alive into Sheol;

For wickedness is in their dwelling, in the midst of them.

16 As for me, I will call upon God;

And Jehovah will save me.

17 Evening, and morning, and at noonday, will I complain, and moan;

And he will hear my voice.

18 He hath redeemed my soul in peace from the battle that was against me;

For they were many that strove with me.

19 God will hear, and answer them,

Even he that abideth of old, [Selah

The men who have no changes,

And who fear not God.

20 He hath put forth his hands against such as were at peace with him:

He hath profaned his covenant.

21 His mouth was smooth as butter,

But his heart was war:

His words were softer than oil,

Yet were they drawn swords.

22 Cast thy burden upon Jehovah, and he will sustain thee:

He will never suffer the righteous to be moved.

23 But thou, O God, wilt bring them down into the pit of destruction:

Bloodthirsty and deceitful men shall not live out half their days;

But I will trust in thee.

1 Al Músico principal: en Neginoth: Masquil de David. ESCUCHA, oh Dios, mi oración, Y no te escondas de mi súplica.

2 Estáme atento, y respóndeme: Clamo en mi oración, y levanto el grito,

3 A causa de la voz del enemigo, Por la opresión del impío; Porque echaron sobre mí iniquidad, Y con furor me han amenazado.

4 Mi corazón está doloroso dentro de mí, Y terrores de muerte sobre mí han caído.

5 Temor y temblor vinieron sobre mí, Y terror me ha cubierto.

6 Y dije: ­Quién me diese alas como de paloma! Volaría yo, y descansaría.

7 Ciertamente huiría lejos: Moraría en el desierto. (Selah.)

8 Apresuraríame á escapar Del viento tempestuoso, de la tempestad.

9 Deshace, oh Señor, divide la lengua de ellos; Porque he visto violencia y rencilla en la ciudad.

10 Día y noche la rodean sobre sus muros; E iniquidad y trabajo hay en medio de ella.

11 Agravios hay en medio de ella, Y el fraude y engaño no se apartan de sus plazas.

12 Porque no me afrentó un enemigo, Lo cual habría soportado; Ni se alzó contra mí el que me aborrecía, Porque me hubiera ocultado de él:

13 Mas tú, hombre, al parecer íntimo mío, Mi guía, y mi familiar:

14 Que juntos comunicábamos dulcemente los secretos, A la casa de Dios andábamos en compañía.

15 Condenados sean á muerte, Desciendan vivos al infierno: Porque maldades hay en su compañía, entre ellos.

16 Yo á Dios clamaré; Y Jehová me salvará.

17 Tarde y mañana y á medio día oraré y clamaré; Y él oirá mi voz.

18 El ha redimido en paz mi alma de la guerra contra mí; Pues fueron contra mí muchos.

19 Dios oirá, y los quebrantará luego, El que desde la antigüedad permanece (Selah); Por cuanto no se mudan, Ni temen á Dios.

20 Extendió sus manos contra sus pacíficos: Viólo su pacto.

21 Ablandan más que manteca su boca, Pero guerra hay en su corazón: Suavizan sus palabras más que el aceite, Mas ellas son cuchillos.

22 Echa sobre Jehová tu carga, y él te sustentará; No dejará para siempre caído al justo.

23 Mas tú, oh Dios, harás descender aquéllos al pozo de la sepultura: Los hombres sanguinarios y engañadores no demediarán sus días: Empero yo confiaré en ti.