New American Standard Bible

Psalm 5

Prayer for Protection from the Wicked.

For the choir director; for [a]flute accompaniment. A Psalm of David.

1Give ear to my words, O Lord,
Consider my [b]groaning.
Heed the sound of my cry for help, my King and my God,
For to You I pray.
In the morning, O Lord, [c]You will hear my voice;
In the morning I will order my [d]prayer to You and eagerly watch.

For You are not a God who takes pleasure in wickedness;
No evil [e]dwells with You.
The boastful shall not stand before Your eyes;
You hate all who do iniquity.
You destroy those who speak falsehood;
The Lord abhors the man of bloodshed and deceit.
But as for me, by Your abundant lovingkindness I will enter Your house,
[f]At Your holy temple I will bow in reverence for You.

O Lord, lead me in Your righteousness because of [g]my foes;
Make Your way [h]straight before me.
There is nothing [i]reliable in [j]what they say;
Their inward part is destruction itself.
Their throat is an open grave;
They [k]flatter with their tongue.
10 Hold them guilty, O God;
By their own devices let them fall!
In the multitude of their transgressions thrust them out,
For they are rebellious against You.

11 But let all who take refuge in You be glad,
Let them ever sing for joy;
And [l]may You shelter them,
That those who love Your name may exult in You.
12 For it is You who blesses the righteous man, O Lord,
You surround him with favor as with a shield.

Notas al pie

  1. Psalm 5:1 Heb Nehiloth
  2. Psalm 5:1 Or meditation
  3. Psalm 5:3 Or May You hear
  4. Psalm 5:3 Or sacrifice
  5. Psalm 5:4 Lit sojourns
  6. Psalm 5:7 Or Toward
  7. Psalm 5:8 Or those who lie in wait for me
  8. Psalm 5:8 Or smooth
  9. Psalm 5:9 Or true
  10. Psalm 5:9 Lit his mouth
  11. Psalm 5:9 Or make their tongue smooth
  12. Psalm 5:11 Or You shelter

The Message

Psalm 5

A David Psalm

11-3 Listen, God! Please, pay attention!
Can you make sense of these ramblings,
my groans and cries?
    King-God, I need your help.
Every morning
    you’ll hear me at it again.
Every morning
    I lay out the pieces of my life
    on your altar
    and watch for fire to descend.

4-6 You don’t socialize with Wicked,
    or invite Evil over as your houseguest.
Hot-Air-Boaster collapses in front of you;
    you shake your head over Mischief-Maker.
God destroys Lie-Speaker;
    Blood-Thirsty and Truth-Bender disgust you.

7-8 And here I am, your invited guest—
    it’s incredible!
I enter your house; here I am,
    prostrate in your inner sanctum,
Waiting for directions
    to get me safely through enemy lines.

9-10 Every word they speak is a land mine;
    their lungs breathe out poison gas.
Their throats are gaping graves,
    their tongues slick as mudslides.
Pile on the guilt, God!
    Let their so-called wisdom wreck them.
Kick them out! They’ve had their chance.

11-12 But you’ll welcome us with open arms
    when we run for cover to you.
Let the party last all night!
    Stand guard over our celebration.
You are famous, God, for welcoming God-seekers,
    for decking us out in delight.