1 Al Músico principal, á Jeduthún: Salmo de David. YO DIJE: Atenderé á mis caminos, Para no pecar con mi lengua: Guardaré mi boca con freno, En tanto que el impío fuere contra mí.
2 Enmudecí con silencio, calléme aun respecto de lo bueno: Y excitóse mi dolor.
3 Enardecióse mi corazón dentro de mí; Encendióse fuego en mi meditación, Y así proferí con mi lengua:
4 Hazme saber, Jehová, mi fin, Y cuánta sea la medida de mis días; Sepa yo cuánto tengo de ser del mundo.
5 He aquí diste á mis días término corto, Y mi edad es como nada delante de ti: Ciertamente es completa vanidad todo hombre que vive. (Selah.)
6 Ciertamente en tinieblas anda el hombre; Ciertamente en vano se inquieta: Junta, y no sabe quién lo allegará.
7 Y ahora, Señor, ¿qué esperaré? Mi esperanza en ti está.
8 Líbrame de todas mis rebeliones; No me pongas por escarnio del insensato.
9 Enmudecí, no abrí mi boca; Porque tú lo hiciste.
10 Quita de sobre mí tu plaga; De la guerra de tu mano soy consumido.
11 Con castigos sobre el pecado corriges al hombre, Y haces consumirse como de polilla su grandeza: Ciertamente vanidad es todo hombre. (Selah.)
12 Oye mi oración, oh Jehová, y escucha mi clamor: No calles á mis lágrimas; Porque peregrino soy para contigo, Y advenedizo, como todos mis padres.
13 Déjame, y tomaré fuerzas, Antes que vaya y perezca.
1 To the chief music-maker. Of Jeduthun. A Psalm. Of David.
2 \39:1\I said, I will give attention to my ways, so that my tongue may do no wrong; I will keep my mouth under control, while the sinner is before me.
3 \39:2\I made no sound, I said no word, even of good; and I was moved with sorrow.
4 \39:3\My heart was burning in my breast; while I was deep in thought the fire was lighted; then I said with my tongue,
5 \39:4\Lord, give me knowledge of my end, and of the measure of my days, so that I may see how feeble I am.
6 \39:5\You have made my days no longer than a hand's measure; and my years are nothing in your eyes; truly, every man is but a breath. (Selah.)
7 \39:6\Truly, every man goes on his way like an image; he is troubled for no purpose: he makes a great store of wealth, and has no knowledge of who will get it.
8 \39:7\And now, Lord, what am I waiting for? my hope is in you.
9 \39:8\Make me free from all my sins; do not let me be shamed by the man of evil behaviour.
10 \39:9\I was quiet, and kept my mouth shut; because you had done it.
11 \39:10\No longer let your hand be hard on me; I am wasted by the blows of your hand.
12 \39:11\By the weight of your wrath against man's sin, the glory of his form is wasted away; truly every man is but a breath. (Selah.)
13 \39:12\Let my prayer come to your ears, O Lord, and give attention to my cry, make an answer to my weeping: for my time here is short before you, and in a little time I will be gone, like all my fathers.
14 \39:13\Let your wrath be turned away from me, so that I may be comforted, before I go away from here, and become nothing.