DRB Douay-Rheims (Challoner), American Edition 1899 WEB World English Bible (Classic, with Deuterocanon) 1 My soul is weary of my life, I will let go my speech against myself, I will speak in the bitterness of my soul. 1 ESTÁ mi alma aburrida de mi vida: daré yo suelta á mi queja sobre mí, hablaré con amargura de mi alma.
1 “My soul is weary of my life. I will give free course to my complaint. I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
2 I will say to God: Do not condemn me: tell me why thou judgest me so. 2 Diré á Dios: no me condenes; hazme entender por qué pleiteas conmigo.
2 I will tell God, ‘Do not condemn me. Show me why you contend with me.
3 Doth it seem good to thee that thou shouldst calumniate me, and oppress me, the work of thy own hands, and help the counsel of the wicked? 3 ¿Parécete bien que oprimas, que deseches la obra de tus manos, y que resplandezcas sobre el consejo de los impíos?
3 Is it good to you that you should oppress, that you should despise the work of your hands, and smile on the counsel of the wicked?
4 Hast thou eyes of flesh: or, shalt thou see as man seeth? 4 ¿Tienes tú ojos de carne? ¿ves tú como ve el hombre?
4 Do you have eyes of flesh? Or do you see as man sees?
5 Are thy days as the days of man, and are thy years as the times of men: 5 ¿Son tus días como los días del hombre, ó tus años como los tiempos humanos,
5 Are your days as the days of mortals, or your years as man’s years,
6 That thou shouldst inquire after my iniquity, and search after my sin? 6 Para que inquieras mi iniquidad, y busques mi pecado,
6 that you inquire after my iniquity, and search after my sin?
7 And shouldst know that I have done no wicked thing, whereas there is no man that can deliver out of thy hand. 7 Sobre saber tú que no soy impío, y que no hay quien de tu mano libre?
7 Although you know that I am not wicked, there is no one who can deliver out of your hand.
8 Thy hands have made me, and fashioned me wholly round about, and dost thou thus cast me down headlong on a sudden? 8 Tus manos me formaron y me compusieron todo en contorno: ¿y así me deshaces?
8 “‘Your hands have framed me and fashioned me altogether, yet you destroy me.
9 Remember, I beseech thee, that thou hast made me as the clay, and thou wilt bring me into dust again. 9 Acuérdate ahora que como á lodo me diste forma: ¿y en polvo me has de tornar?
9 Remember, I beg you, that you have fashioned me as clay. Will you bring me into dust again?
10 Hast thou not milked me as milk, and curdled me like cheese? 10 ¿No me fundiste como leche, y como un queso me cuajaste?
10 Haven’t you poured me out like milk, and curdled me like cheese?
11 Thou hast clothed me with skin and flesh: thou hast put me together with bones and sinews: 11 Vestísteme de piel y carne, y cubrísteme de huesos y nervios.
11 You have clothed me with skin and flesh, and knit me together with bones and sinews.
12 Thou hast granted me life and mercy, and thy visitation hath preserved my spirit. 12 Vida y misericordia me concediste, y tu visitación guardó mi espíritu.
12 You have granted me life and loving kindness. Your visitation has preserved my spirit.
13 Although thou conceal these things in thy heart, yet I know that thou rememberest all things. 13 Y estas cosas tienes guardadas en tu corazón; yo sé que esto está cerca de ti.
13 Yet you hid these things in your heart. I know that this is with you:
14 If I have sinned and thou hast spared me for an hour: why dost thou not suffer me to be clean from my iniquity? 14 Si pequé, tú me has observado, y no me limpias de mi iniquidad.
14 if I sin, then you mark me. You will not acquit me from my iniquity.
15 And if I be wicked, woe unto me: and if just, I shall not lift up my head, being filled with affliction and misery. 15 Si fuere malo, ¡ay de mí! y si fuere justo, no levantaré mi cabeza, estando harto de deshonra, y de verme afligido.
15 If I am wicked, woe to me. If I am righteous, I still will not lift up my head, being filled with disgrace, and conscious of my affliction.
16 And for pride thou wilt take me as a lioness, and returning thou tormentest me wonderfully. 16 Y subirá de punto, [pues] me cazas como á león, y tornas á hacer en mí maravillas.
16 If my head is held high, you hunt me like a lion. Again you show yourself powerful to me.
17 Thou renewest thy witnesses against me, and multipliest thy wrath upon me, and pains war against me. 17 Renuevas contra mí tus plagas, y aumentas conmigo tu furor, remudándose sobre mí ejércitos.
17 You renew your witnesses against me, and increase your indignation on me. Changes and warfare are with me.
18 Why didst thou bring me forth out of the womb: O that I had been consumed that eye might not see me! 18 ¿Por qué me sacaste de la matriz? Habría yo espirado, y no me vieran ojos.
18 “‘Why, then, have you brought me out of the womb? I wish I had given up the spirit, and no eye had seen me.
19 I should have been as if I had not been, carried from the womb to the grave. 19 Fuera, como si nunca hubiera sido, llevado desde el vientre á la sepultura.
19 I should have been as though I had not been. I should have been carried from the womb to the grave.
20 Shall not the fewness of my days be ended shortly? suffer me, therefore, that I may lament my sorrow a little: 20 ¿No son mis días poca cosa? Cesa pues, y déjame, para que me conforte un poco.
20 Aren’t my days few? Stop! Leave me alone, that I may find a little comfort,
21 Before I go, and return no more, to a land that is dark and covered with the mist of death: 21 Antes que vaya para no volver, á la tierra de tinieblas y de sombra de muerte;
21 before I go where I will not return from, to the land of darkness and of the shadow of death;
22 A land of misery and darkness, where the shadow of death, and no order, but everlasting horror dwelleth. 22 Tierra de oscuridad, lóbrega como sombra de muerte, sin orden, y que aparece como [la] oscuridad [misma].
22 the land dark as midnight, of the shadow of death, without any order, where the light is as midnight.’”