Salmos 140

1Al maestro de coro. Salmo de David.

2Líbrame, Yahvé, del hombre malo; defiéndeme del hombre violento,

3de esos que en su corazón maquinan cosas perversas, que provocan contiendas cada día;

4afilan su lengua como la serpiente, tienen veneno de áspid bajo sus labios.

5Sálvame, Yahvé, de las manos del inicuo, guárdame del impío, de los que intentan hacerme caer.

6Los soberbios me esconden lazos, y tienen mallas como red; me colocan trampas junto al camino.

7Yo digo a Yahvé: Tú eres mi Dios; escucha, Yahvé, la voz de mi súplica.

8Señor Yahvé, poderoso auxilio mío, Tú cubres mi cabeza en el día de la batalla.

9No satisfagas, Yahvé, los deseos del inicuo, ni cumplas sus designios.

10No levanten cabeza los que me asedian; caiga sobre ellos la malicia de sus lenguas.

11Lluevan sobre ellos carbones encendidos, precipítalos en abismos, para no levantarse más.

12El hombre de mala lengua no durará en la tierra; los infortunios caerán de golpe sobre el violento.

13Sé que Yahvé tomará la defensa del desvalido, hará justicia a los pobres.

14Ciertamente los justos celebrarán tu Nombre; los rectos habitarán en tu presencia.

1In finem. Psalmus David.

2[Eripe me, Domine, ab homine malo; a viro iniquo eripe me.

3Qui cogitaverunt iniquitates in corde, tota die constituebant prælia.

4Acuerunt linguas suas sicut serpentis; venenum aspidum sub labiis eorum.

5Custodi me, Domine, de manu peccatoris, et ab hominibus iniquis eripe me. Qui cogitaverunt supplantare gressus meos:

6absconderunt superbi laqueum mihi. Et funes extenderunt in laqueum; juxta iter, scandalum posuerunt mihi.

7Dixi Domino: Deus meus es tu; exaudi, Domine, vocem deprecationis meæ.

8Domine, Domine, virtus salutis meæ, obumbrasti super caput meum in die belli.

9Ne tradas me, Domine, a desiderio meo peccatori: cogitaverunt contra me; ne derelinquas me, ne forte exaltentur.

10Caput circuitus eorum: labor labiorum ipsorum operiet eos.

11Cadent super eos carbones; in ignem dejicies eos: in miseriis non subsistent.

12Vir linguosus non dirigetur in terra; virum injustum mala capient in interitu.

13Cognovi quia faciet Dominus judicium inopis, et vindictam pauperum.

14Verumtamen justi confitebuntur nomini tuo, et habitabunt recti cum vultu tuo.]

1Unto the end, a psalm for David.

2Deliver me, O Lord, from the evil man: rescue me from the unjust man.

3Who have devised iniquities in their hearts: all the day long they designed battles.

4They have sharpened their tongues like a serpent: the venom of saps is under their lips.

5Keep me, O Lord, from the hand of the wicked: and from unjust men deliver me. Who have proposed to supplant my steps.

6The proud have hidden a net for me. And they have stretched out cords for a snare: they have laid for me a stumblingblock by the wayside.

7I said to the Lord: Thou art my God: hear, O Lord, the voice of my supplication.

8O Lord, Lord, the strength of my salvation: thou hast overshadowed my head in the day of battle.

9Give me not up, O Lord, from my desire to the wicked: they have plotted against me; do not thou forsake me, lest they should triumph.

10The head of them compassing me about: the labour of their lips shall overwhelm them.

11Burning coals shall fall upon them; thou wilt cast them down into the fire: in miseries they shall not be able to stand.

12A man full of tongue shall not be established in the earth: evil shall catch the unjust man unto destruction.

13I know that the Lord will do justice to the needy, and will revenge the poor.

14But as for the just, they shall give glory to thy name: and the upright shall dwell with thy countenance.