Salmos 139

1 Ao mestre de canto. Salmo de Davi.

2 Livrai-me, Senhor, do homem mau; preservai-me do homem violento,

3 daqueles que tramam o mal no coração, que provocam discórdias diariamente,

4 que aguçam a língua qual serpente, que ocultam nos lábios veneno viperino.

5 Salvai-me, Senhor, das mãos do ímpio; preservai-me do homem violento, daqueles que tramam minha queda.

6 Orgulhosos, armam laços contra mim e estendem suas redes, e junto ao caminho me colocam ciladas.

7 Digo ao Senhor: vós sois o meu Deus. Escutai, Senhor, a voz de minha súplica.

8 Senhor Deus, meu poderoso apoio! Vós protegeis minha fronte no dia do combate.

9 Não atendais, Senhor, aos desejos do ímpio, não deixeis que se cumpram seus desígnios.

10 Que não levantem a cabeça os que me cercam; sobre eles recaia a malícia de seus lábios.

11 Carvões ardentes chovam sobre eles: sejam lançados numa fossa de onde não se ergam mais.

12 Não terá duração na terra a má língua; o infortúnio surpreenderá o homem violento.

13 Sei que o Senhor defende o desvalido, e faz justiça aos pobres.

14 Sim, os justos celebrarão o vosso nome, e os retos poderão viver em vossa presença.

For the Chief Musician. A Psalm by David.

1 Yahweh, you have searched me,

and you know me.

2 You know my sitting down and my rising up.

You perceive my thoughts from afar.

3 You search out my path and my lying down,

and are acquainted with all my ways.

4 For there is not a word on my tongue,

but behold, Yahweh, you know it altogether.

5 You hem me in behind and before.

You laid your hand on me.

6 This knowledge is beyond me.

It’s lofty.

I can’t attain it.

7 Where could I go from your Spirit?

Or where could I flee from your presence?

8 If I ascend up into heaven, you are there.

If I make my bed in Sheol,*139:8 Sheol is the place of the dead. behold, you are there!

9 If I take the wings of the dawn,

and settle in the uttermost parts of the sea,

10 even there your hand will lead me,

and your right hand will hold me.

11 If I say, "Surely the darkness will overwhelm me.

The light around me will be night,"

12 even the darkness doesn’t hide from you,

but the night shines as the day.

The darkness is like light to you.

13 For you formed my inmost being.

You knit me together in my mother’s womb.

14 I will give thanks to you,

for I am fearfully and wonderfully made.

Your works are wonderful.

My soul knows that very well.

15 My frame wasn’t hidden from you,

when I was made in secret,

woven together in the depths of the earth.

16 Your eyes saw my body.

In your book they were all written,

the days that were ordained for me,

when as yet there were none of them.

17 How precious to me are your thoughts, God!

How vast is their sum!

18 If I would count them, they are more in number than the sand.

When I wake up, I am still with you.

19 If only you, God, would kill the wicked.

Get away from me, you bloodthirsty men!

20 For they speak against you wickedly.

Your enemies take your name in vain.

21 Yahweh, don’t I hate those who hate you?

Am I not grieved with those who rise up against you?

22 I hate them with perfect hatred.

They have become my enemies.

23 Search me, God, and know my heart.

Try me, and know my thoughts.

24 See if there is any wicked way in me,

and lead me in the everlasting way.