Salmos 142
Portuguese New Testament: Easy-to-Read Version
É tudo o que tenho
Poema de Davi. Oração que ele fez quando estava na caverna.
142 Em voz alta chamo o SENHOR;
em voz alta peço ao SENHOR que tenha compaixão de mim.
2 Diante dele posso derramar toda a minha angústia;
a ele posso dizer todos os meus problemas.
3 Quando estou fraco prestes a desistir,
o Senhor conhece bem a minha situação, o caminho por onde eu ando.
Os meus inimigos esconderam uma armadilha
no meu caminho.
4 Olhe à minha volta e veja que estou sozinho,
não tenho ninguém ao meu lado.
Não há lugar onde possa me esconder.
Ninguém quer me salvar.
5 Por isso, chamo pelo SENHOR,
só o Senhor é o meu refúgio;
o Senhor é tudo o que tenho neste mundo.
6 Peço-lhe que me ajude;
preciso do Senhor, me sinto muito fraco.
Livre-me dos que me perseguem,
pois são mais fortes do que eu.
7 Deixe-me escapar desta prisão,
e eu darei graças ao seu nome.
Então os justos se reunirão comigo,
por ter me recompensado.
Psalm 142
King James Version
142 I cried unto the Lord with my voice; with my voice unto the Lord did I make my supplication.
2 I poured out my complaint before him; I shewed before him my trouble.
3 When my spirit was overwhelmed within me, then thou knewest my path. In the way wherein I walked have they privily laid a snare for me.
4 I looked on my right hand, and beheld, but there was no man that would know me: refuge failed me; no man cared for my soul.
5 I cried unto thee, O Lord: I said, Thou art my refuge and my portion in the land of the living.
6 Attend unto my cry; for I am brought very low: deliver me from my persecutors; for they are stronger than I.
7 Bring my soul out of prison, that I may praise thy name: the righteous shall compass me about; for thou shalt deal bountifully with me.
Psalm 142
New King James Version
A Plea for Relief from Persecutors
A (A)Contemplation[a] of David. A Prayer (B)when he was in the cave.
142 I cry out to the Lord with my voice;
With my voice to the Lord I make my supplication.
2 I pour out my complaint before Him;
I declare before Him my trouble.
3 When my spirit [b]was (C)overwhelmed within me,
Then You knew my path.
In the way in which I walk
They have secretly (D)set a snare for me.
4 Look on my right hand and see,
For there is no one who acknowledges me;
Refuge has failed me;
No one cares for my soul.
5 I cried out to You, O Lord:
I said, “You are my refuge,
My portion in the land of the living.
6 [c]Attend to my cry,
For I am brought very low;
Deliver me from my persecutors,
For they are stronger than I.
7 Bring my soul out of prison,
That I may (E)praise Your name;
The righteous shall surround me,
For You shall deal bountifully with me.”
Footnotes
- Psalm 142:1 Heb. Maschil
- Psalm 142:3 Lit. fainted
- Psalm 142:6 Give heed
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