FBV Free Bible Version (Versión Biblia Libre en inglés) WEB World English Bible (clásica, con deuterocanónicos) 1 I hate my life! Let me speak freely about my complaints—I can't keep my bitterness to myself. 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 tell God, “Don't just condemn me—tell me what you have against me. 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 Do you enjoy accusing me? Why do you reject me, someone you made with your own hands, and yet smile on the scheming 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 Do you have human eyes? Do you see like human beings do? 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 Is your life as short as mortal beings? Are your years as brief as those of humanity, 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 you have to examine my wrongs and investigate my sins? 6 Para que inquieras mi iniquidad, y busques mi pecado,
6 that you inquire after my iniquity, and search after my sin?
7 Even though you know I'm not guilty, no one can save me from you. 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 You made me and shaped me with your own hands, and yet you destroy me. 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 that you shaped me like a piece of clay—are you now going to turn me back into dust? 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 You poured me out like milk, you 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 You clothed me with skin and flesh; you wove my body together with bones and muscles. 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 You granted me life and showed me your kindness; you have taken great care of me. 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 But you kept these things hidden in your heart. I know your purpose was 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 to watch me, and if I sinned, then you would not forgive my wrongs. 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 If I'm guilty I'm in trouble, if I'm innocent I can't hold my head high because I'm totally disgraced as I look at my sufferings. 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 If I do hold my head high you hunt me down like a lion, showing how powerful you are in hurting me. 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 You repeat your arguments against me, you pour out more and more of your anger against me, you send fresh armies 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 So why did you allow me to be born? I wish that I had died, and nobody had ever seen 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 It would have been better if I had never existed, taken straight 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 I only have a few days left, so why don't you leave me alone so I can have a little peace 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 to where I shall never return from, the land of darkness and the shadow 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 the land of total darkness where death's shadow lies, a place of chaos where light itself is darkness.” 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.’”