Salmos 141

1Salmo de David. Te he invocado, Yahvé, socórreme pronto; escucha mi voz cuando te llamo.

2Como el incienso, suba hacia Ti mi oración; sea la elevación de mis manos el sacrificio vespertino.

3Pon, Yahvé, una guardia ante mi boca, un cerrojo en la puerta de mis labios.

4No dejes inclinar mi corazón a lo malo, para consumar acciones impías con hombres que obran la iniquidad; ni me dejes tener parte en sus delicias.

5Golpéeme el justo y me corrija: esto es amor; mas nunca el óleo del pecador unja mi cabeza, y aun se elevará mi oración en sus prosperidades.

6Fueron precipitados sus príncipes junto a la roca, y habían oído cuan suaves eran mis palabras.

7Como la tierra que se trabaja rompiéndola, mis huesos han sido dislocados, y la tumba se ha abierto.

8Mas a Ti, Señor Yahvé, se dirigen mis ojos; a Ti recurro, no derrames mi vida.

9Guárdame del lazo que me han tendido y de las emboscadas de los malhechores.

10Caigan juntos los impíos en sus propias redes al mismo tiempo que yo me salvare.

1Psalmus David. [Domine, clamavi ad te: exaudi me; intende voci meæ, cum clamavero ad te.

2Dirigatur oratio mea sicut incensum in conspectu tuo; elevatio manuum mearum sacrificium vespertinum.

3Pone, Domine, custodiam ori meo, et ostium circumstantiæ labiis meis.

4Non declines cor meum in verba malitiæ, ad excusandas excusationes in peccatis; cum hominibus operantibus iniquitatem, et non communicabo cum electis eorum.

5Corripiet me justus in misericordia, et increpabit me: oleum autem peccatoris non impinguet caput meum. Quoniam adhuc et oratio mea in beneplacitis eorum:

6absorpti sunt juncti petræ judices eorum. Audient verba mea, quoniam potuerunt.

7Sicut crassitudo terræ erupta est super terram, dissipata sunt ossa nostra secus infernum.

8Quia ad te, Domine, Domine, oculi mei; in te speravi, non auferas animam meam.

9Custodi me a laqueo quem statuerunt mihi, et a scandalis operantium iniquitatem.

10Cadent in retiaculo ejus peccatores: singulariter sum ego, donec transeam.]

1I have cried to the, O Lord, hear me: hearken to my voice, when I cry to thee.

2Let my prayer be directed as incense in thy sight; the lifting up of my hands, as evening sacrifice.

3Set a watch, O Lord, before my mouth: and a door round about my lips.

4Incline not my heart to evil words; to make excuses in sins. With men that work iniquity: and I will not communicate with the choicest of them.

5The just shall correct me in mercy, and shall reprove me: but let not the oil of the sinner fatten my head. For my prayer also shall still be against the things with which they are well pleased:

6Their judges falling upon the rock have been swallowed up. They shall hear my words, for they have prevailed:

7As when the thickness of the earth is broken up upon the ground: Our bones are scattered by the side of hell.

8But o to thee, O Lord, Lord, are my eyes: in thee have I put my trust, take not away my soul.

9Keep me from the snare, which they have laid for me, and from the stumblingblocks of them that work iniquity.

10The wicked shall fall in his net: I am alone until I pass.