Salmos, 139

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0. To the choirmaster. A Psalm of David.

1. Ao mestre de canto. Salmo de Davi.*

1. O LORD, thou hast searched me and known me!

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

2. Thou knowest when I sit down and when I rise up; thou discernest my thoughts from afar.

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

3. Thou searchest out my path and my lying down, and art acquainted with all my ways.

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

4. Even before a word is on my tongue, lo, O LORD, thou knowest it altogether.

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

5. Thou dost beset me behind and before, and layest thy hand upon me.

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

6. Such knowledge is too wonderful for me; it is high, I cannot attain it.

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

7. Whither shall I go from thy Spirit? Or whither shall I flee from thy presence?

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

8. If I ascend to heaven, thou art there! If I make my bed in Sheol, thou art there!

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

9. If I take the wings of the morning and dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea,

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

10. even there thy hand shall lead me, and thy right hand shall hold me.

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

11. If I say, "Let only darkness cover me, and the light about me be night,"

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

12. even the darkness is not dark to thee, the night is bright as the day; for darkness is as light with thee.

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

13. For thou didst form my inward parts, thou didst knit me together in my mother's womb.

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

14. I praise thee, for thou art fearful and wonderful. Wonderful are thy works! Thou knowest me right well;

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15. my frame was not hidden from thee, when I was being made in secret, intricately wrought in the depths of the earth.

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16. Thy eyes beheld my unformed substance; in thy book were written, every one of them, the days that were formed for me, when as yet there was none of them.

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17. How precious to me are thy thoughts, O God! How vast is the sum of them!

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18. If I would count them, they are more than the sand. When I awake, I am still with thee.

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19. O that thou wouldst slay the wicked, O God, and that men of blood would depart from me,

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20. men who maliciously defy thee, who lift themselves up against thee for evil!

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21. Do I not hate them that hate thee, O LORD? And do I not loathe them that rise up against thee?

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22. I hate them with perfect hatred; I count them my enemies.

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23. Search me, O God, and know my heart! Try me and know my thoughts!

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24. And see if there be any wicked way in me, and lead me in the way everlasting!