Davi recorre à misericórdia de Deus
Ao mestre de canto, com instrumentos de oito cordas. Salmo de Davi

1 Senhor, não me repreendas na tua ira,

nem me castigues no teu furor.

2 Tem compaixão de mim, Senhor, porque eu me sinto debilitado;

sara-me, Senhor, porque os meus ossos estão abalados.

3 Também a minha alma está profundamente perturbada;

mas tu, Senhor, até quando?

4 Volta-te, Senhor, e livra a minha alma;

salva-me por tua graça.

5 Pois, na morte, não há recordação de ti;

no sepulcro, quem te dará louvor?

6 Estou cansado de tanto gemer;

todas as noites faço nadar o meu leito,

de minhas lágrimas o alago.

7 Meus olhos, de mágoa, se acham amortecidos,

envelhecem por causa de todos os meus adversários.

8 Apartai-vos de mim, todos os que praticais a iniquidade,

porque o Senhor ouviu a voz do meu lamento;

9 o Senhor ouviu a minha súplica;

o Senhor acolhe a minha oração.

10 Envergonhem-se e sejam sobremodo perturbados todos os meus inimigos;

retirem-se, de súbito, cobertos de vexame.

For the Chief Musician; on stringed instruments, set to the Sheminith. A Psalm of David.

1 O Jehovah, rebuke me not in thine anger,

Neither chasten me in thy hot displeasure.

2 Have mercy upon me, O Jehovah; for I am withered away:

O Jehovah, heal me; for my bones are troubled.

3 My soul also is sore troubled:

And thou, O Jehovah, how long?

4 Return, O Jehovah, deliver my soul:

Save me for thy lovingkindness’ sake.

5 For in death there is no remembrance of thee:

In Sheol who shall give thee thanks?

6 I am weary with my groaning;

Every night make I my bed to swim;

I water my couch with my tears.

7 Mine eye wasteth away because of grief;

It waxeth old because of all mine adversaries.

8 Depart from me, all ye workers of iniquity;

For Jehovah hath heard the voice of my weeping.

9 Jehovah hath heard my supplication;

Jehovah will receive my prayer.

10 All mine enemies shall be put to shame and sore troubled:

They shall turn back, they shall be put to shame suddenly.

1 LORD, do not rebuke me in your anger or discipline me in your wrath.

2 Have mercy on me, LORD, for I am faint; heal me, LORD, for my bones are in agony.

3 My soul is in deep anguish. How long, LORD, how long?

4 Turn, LORD, and deliver me; save me because of your unfailing love.

5 Among the dead no one proclaims your name. Who praises you from the grave?

6 I am worn out from my groaning. All night long I flood my bed with weeping and drench my couch with tears.

7 My eyes grow weak with sorrow; they fail because of all my foes.

8 Away from me, all you who do evil, for the LORD has heard my weeping.

9 The LORD has heard my cry for mercy; the LORD accepts my prayer.

10 All my enemies will be overwhelmed with shame and anguish; they will turn back and suddenly be put to shame.