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O salmista ora para que seja livre de inimigos

Salmo de Davi

143 Ó Senhor, ouve a minha oração! Inclina os ouvidos às minhas súplicas; escuta-me segundo a tua verdade e segundo a tua justiça e não entres em juízo com o teu servo, porque à tua vista não se achará justo nenhum vivente.

Pois o inimigo perseguiu a minha alma; abateu-me até ao chão; fez-me habitar na escuridão, como aqueles que morreram há muito. Pelo que o meu espírito se angustia em mim; e o meu coração em mim está desolado. Lembro-me dos dias antigos; considero todos os teus feitos; medito na obra das tuas mãos. Estendo para ti as minhas mãos; a minha alma tem sede de ti como terra sedenta. (Selá)

Ouve-me depressa, ó Senhor! O meu espírito desfalece; não escondas de mim a tua face, para que eu não seja semelhante aos que descem à cova. Faze-me ouvir a tua benignidade pela manhã, pois em ti confio; faze-me saber o caminho que devo seguir, porque a ti levanto a minha alma. Livra-me, ó Senhor, dos meus inimigos; porque em ti é que eu me refugio.

10 Ensina-me a fazer a tua vontade, pois és o meu Deus; guie-me o teu bom Espírito por terra plana. 11 Vivifica-me, ó Senhor, por amor do teu nome; por amor da tua justiça, tira a minha alma da angústia. 12 E, por tua misericórdia, desarraiga os meus inimigos e destrói a todos os que angustiam a minha alma, pois sou teu servo.

143 Hear my prayer, O Lord, give ear to my supplications: in thy faithfulness answer me, and in thy righteousness.

And enter not into judgment with thy servant: for in thy sight shall no man living be justified.

For the enemy hath persecuted my soul; he hath smitten my life down to the ground; he hath made me to dwell in darkness, as those that have been long dead.

Therefore is my spirit overwhelmed within me; my heart within me is desolate.

I remember the days of old; I meditate on all thy works; I muse on the work of thy hands.

I stretch forth my hands unto thee: my soul thirsteth after thee, as a thirsty land. Selah.

Hear me speedily, O Lord: my spirit faileth: hide not thy face from me, lest I be like unto them that go down into the pit.

Cause me to hear thy lovingkindness in the morning; for in thee do I trust: cause me to know the way wherein I should walk; for I lift up my soul unto thee.

Deliver me, O Lord, from mine enemies: I flee unto thee to hide me.

10 Teach me to do thy will; for thou art my God: thy spirit is good; lead me into the land of uprightness.

11 Quicken me, O Lord, for thy name's sake: for thy righteousness' sake bring my soul out of trouble.

12 And of thy mercy cut off mine enemies, and destroy all them that afflict my soul: for I am thy servant.

This is a song that David wrote.

Please help me, Lord![a]

143 Lord, I pray to you for help.
    Please listen to me.
Answer me, because you do what is right,
    and I know that I can trust you.
Do not judge me, your servant.
    Nobody is righteous when they stand in front of you.
My enemies are chasing me.
    They knock me down to the ground.
They make me live in dark places,
    like people who have been dead for a long time.
My strength is leaving me,
    and I feel very upset.
I remember what happened many years ago.
    I think carefully about all the good things that you have done.
I raise my hands to pray to you.
I need you to help me,
    like dry ground needs rain.
Selah
Please answer me soon, Lord.
    I am losing my strength.
Do not turn away from me.
If you do, I will join those people who are going down
    into the deep hole of death.
Every morning, help me to remember your faithful love,
    because I am trusting in you.
Show me how I should live to please you,
    because I know that I belong to you.
Lord, save me from my enemies.
    I run to you to keep me safe.
10 Teach me to do what pleases you,
    because you are my God.
Let your kind Spirit lead me,
    so that I can walk in a safe place.
11 Your name is great, Lord,
    so please keep my life safe.
You do what is right,
    so bring me out of my troubles.
12 I am your servant and you always love me.
Please show how much you love me,
    and destroy my enemies.
Yes, kill all those who want to kill me!

Footnotes

  1. 143:1 David wrote this psalm when he had trouble. Maybe this was when his son Absalom wanted to kill him. See 1 Samuel 15—19.