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As, the hart, cometh panting up to the channels of water, So my soul, panteth for thee, O God.
Al Músico principal: Masquil á los hijos de Coré. COMO el ciervo brama por las corrientes de las aguas, así clama por ti, oh Dios, el alma mía.
As the hart panteth after the water brooks, so panteth my soul after thee, O God.
As the deer pants for the water brooks, so my soul pants after you, God.
My soul thirsteth for God, for a GOD who liveth,—When shall I enter in, and see the face of God?
Mi alma tiene sed de Dios, del Dios vivo: ¡cuándo vendré, y pareceré delante de Dios!
My soul thirsteth for God, for the living God: when shall I come and appear before God?
My soul thirsts for God, for the living God. When shall I come and appear before God?
My tears have been my food day and night, While it hath been said unto me all the day, Where is thy God?
Fueron mis lágrimas mi pan de día y de noche, mientras me dicen todos los días: ¿Dónde está tu Dios?
My tears have been my meat day and night, while they continually say unto me, Where is thy God?
My tears have been my food day and night, while they continually ask me, “Where is your God?”
These things, I keep calling to mind, and pouring out, over me, my own soul, For I used to cross over with a crowd, Lead them in procession up to the house of God, With the voice of shouting and praise.—a throng keeping festival.
Acordaréme de estas cosas, y derramaré sobre mí mi alma: cuando pasaré en el número, iré con ellos hasta la casa de Dios, con voz de alegría y de alabanza, haciendo fiesta la multitud.
When I remember these things, I pour out my soul in me: for I had gone with the multitude, I went with them to the house of God, with the voice of joy and praise, with a multitude that kept holyday.
These things I remember, and pour out my soul within me, how I used to go with the crowd, and led them to God’s house, with the voice of joy and praise, a multitude keeping a holy day.
Why shouldst thou be cast down, O my soul? And why shouldst thou moan over me? Wait thou for God, for yet shall I praise him, As the triumph of my presence.
¿Por qué te abates, oh alma mía, y te conturbas en mí? Espera á Dios; porque aun le tengo de alabar por las saludes de su presencia.
Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why art thou disquieted in me? hope thou in God: for I shall yet praise him for the help of his countenance.
Why are you in despair, my soul? Why are you disturbed within me? Hope in God! For I shall still praise him for the saving help of his presence.
My God! over myself, my soul is cast down,—For this cause, will I remember thee from the land of Jordan, And the Hermons, from the hill Mizar.
Dios mío, mi alma está en mí abatida: acordaréme por tanto de ti desde tierra del Jordán, y de los Hermonitas, desde el monte de Mizhar.
O my God, my soul is cast down within me: therefore will I remember thee from the land of Jordan, and of the Hermonites, from the hill Mizar.
My God, my soul is in despair within me. Therefore I remember you from the land of the Jordan, the heights of Hermon, from the hill Mizar.
Roaring deep unto roaring deep, is calling, at the voice of thy cataracts, All thy breakers and thy rolling waves, over me, have passed.
Un abismo llama á otro á la voz de tus canales: todas tus ondas y tus olas han pasado sobre mí.
Deep calleth unto deep at the noise of thy waterspouts: all thy waves and thy billows are gone over me.
Deep calls to deep at the noise of your waterfalls. All your waves and your billows have swept over me.
By day, will Yahweh command his lovingkindness, And, in the night, shall His song be with me, My prayer be to the GOD of my life.
De día mandará Jehová su misericordia, y de noche su canción será conmigo, y oración al Dios de mi vida.
Yet the LORD will command his lovingkindness in the daytime, and in the night his song shall be with me, and my prayer unto the God of my life.
The LORD will command his loving kindness in the daytime. In the night his song shall be with me: a prayer to the God of my life.
I will say onto GOD,—my rock, Wherefore hast thou forgotten me? Wherefore in gloom should I go, because of oppression by the enemy?
Diré á Dios: Roca mía, ¿por qué te has olvidado de mí? ¿Por qué andaré yo enlutado por la opresión del enemigo?
I will say unto God my rock, Why hast thou forgotten me? why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?
I will ask God, my rock, “Why have you forgotten me? Why do I go mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?”
With a crushing of my bones, have my adversaries reproached me,—While they keep saying unto me all the day, Where is thy God?
Mientras se están quebrantando mis huesos, mis enemigos me afrentan, diciéndome cada día: ¿Dónde está tu Dios?
As with a sword in my bones, mine enemies reproach me; while they say daily unto me, Where is thy God?
As with a sword in my bones, my adversaries reproach me, while they continually ask me, “Where is your God?”
Why shouldst thou be sat down, O my soul? And why shouldst thou moan over me? Wait thou for God, for yet shall I praise him, As the triumph of my presence and my God.
¿Por qué te abates, oh alma mía, y por qué te conturbas en mí? Espera á Dios; porque aun le tengo de alabar; es él salvamento delante de mí, y el Dios mío.
Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why art thou disquieted within me? hope thou in God: for I shall yet praise him, who is the health of my countenance, and my God.
Why are you in despair, my soul? Why are you disturbed within me? Hope in God! For I shall still praise him, the saving help of my countenance, and my God.