Salmos 141

Miro hacia mi derecha, buscando, y no veo a nadie que me reconozca; no hay adonde huir, ni quien mire por mi vida.

Que el justo me castigue, será un favor, y que me reprenda será un excelente bálsamo que no me herirá la cabeza: así que aun mi oración tendrán en sus calamidades.

Let the righteous smite me; it shall be a kindness: and let him reprove me; it shall be an excellent oil, which shall not break my head: for yet my prayer also shall be in their calamities.

Let the righteous strike me, it is kindness; let him reprove me, it is like oil on the head; don’t let my head refuse it; Yet my prayer is always against evil deeds.