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Salmos 142
Nueva Versión Internacional
Salmos 142
Nueva Versión Internacional
Masquilde David. Cuando estaba en la cueva. Oración.
142 A voz en cuello, al Señor pido ayuda;
a voz en cuello, al Señor pido compasión.
2 Ante él expongo mi queja;
ante él expreso mi angustia.
3 Cuando ya no me queda aliento,
tú me muestras el camino.
Por la senda que transito
algunos me han tendido una trampa.
4 Mira a mi derecha y ve:
nadie me tiende la mano.
No tengo dónde refugiarme;
por mí nadie se preocupa.
5 A ti, Señor, te pido ayuda;
a ti te digo: «Tú eres mi refugio,
mi porción en la tierra de los vivientes».
6 Atiende a mi clamor,
porque me siento muy débil;
líbrame de mis perseguidores,
porque son más fuertes que yo.
7 Sácame de la prisión,
para que alabe yo tu nombre.
Los justos se reunirán en torno mío
por la bondad que me has mostrado.
Psalm 142
New Revised Standard Version, Anglicised
Psalm 142
New Revised Standard Version, Anglicised
Psalm 142
Prayer for Deliverance from Persecutors
A Maskil of David. When he was in the cave. A Prayer.
1 With my voice I cry to the Lord;
with my voice I make supplication to the Lord.
2 I pour out my complaint before him;
I tell my trouble before him.
3 When my spirit is faint,
you know my way.
In the path where I walk
they have hidden a trap for me.
4 Look on my right hand and see—
there is no one who takes notice of me;
no refuge remains to me;
no one cares for me.
5 I cry to you, O Lord;
I say, ‘You are my refuge,
my portion in the land of the living.’
6 Give heed to my cry,
for I am brought very low.
Save me from my persecutors,
for they are too strong for me.
7 Bring me out of prison,
so that I may give thanks to your name.
The righteous will surround me,
for you will deal bountifully with me.
Psalm 142
King James Version
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.
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