Psalm 55
Easy-to-Read Version
To the director: With instruments. A maskil of David.
55 God, hear my prayer.
Don’t ignore my cry for help.
2 Please listen and answer me.
Let me speak to you and tell you what upsets me.
3 My enemies shout at me and threaten me.
In their anger they attack me.
They bring troubles crashing down on me.
4 My heart is pounding inside me.
I am afraid to die.
5 I am trembling with fear.
I am terrified!
6 Oh, I wish I had wings like a dove.
I would fly away and find a place to rest.
7 I would go far into the desert and stay there. Selah
8 I would run away.
I would escape from this storm of trouble.
9 My Lord, confuse their words and stop their plans.
I see so much cruelty and fighting in this city.
10 Day and night, in every neighborhood,
the city is filled with evil and trouble.
11 There is so much crime in the streets.
People who hurt and cheat others are everywhere.
12 If it were an enemy insulting me,
I could bear it.
If it were my enemies attacking me,
I could hide.
13 But it is you, the one so close to me,
my companion, my good friend, who does this.
14 We used to share our secrets with one another,
as we walked through the crowds together in God’s Temple.
15 I wish death would take my enemies by surprise!
I wish the earth would open up and swallow them alive,[a]
because they plan such terrible things together.
16 I will call to God for help,
and the Lord will save me.
17 I speak to God morning, noon, and night.
I tell him what upsets me, and he listens to me!
18 I have fought in many battles,
but he has always rescued me and brought me back safely.
19 God, who has always ruled as king,
will hear me and punish my enemies. Selah
But they will never change.
They don’t fear and respect God.
20 This one who was once my friend now attacks his friends.
He is breaking every promise he made.
21 His words about peace are as smooth as butter,
but he has only war on his mind.
His words are as slick as oil,
but they cut like a knife.
22 Give your worries to the Lord,
and he will care for you.
He will never let those who are good be defeated.
23 But, God, you will send those liars and murderers to the grave.
They will die before their life is half finished!
As for me, I will put my trust in you.
Footnotes
- Psalm 55:15 I wish … alive Literally, “I wish they would go down into Sheol alive.” See Num. 16:31-33.
Salmos 55
Reina-Valera Antigua
55 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.
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