1My strength is almost gone.
I won’t live much longer.
A grave is waiting for me.
2People who make fun of me are all around me.
I’m forced to watch as they attack me with their words.
3“God, please pay the price to have me set free.
Who else would put up money for me?
4You have closed the minds of those who are trying to comfort me.
They don’t understand that I haven’t done anything wrong.
So don’t let them win the argument.
5Suppose someone tells lies about their friends to get a reward.
Then their own children will suffer for it.
6“God has made an example of me.
People spit in my face.
7My eyes have grown weak because I’m so sad.
My body is so thin it hardly casts a shadow.
8People who claim to be honest
are shocked when they see me.
Those who think they haven’t sinned
are stirred up against me.
They think I’m ungodly.
9But godly people will keep doing what is right.
Those who have clean hands will grow stronger.
10“Come on, all of you! Try again!
I can’t find a wise person among you.
11My life is almost over. My plans are destroyed.
Yet the desires of my heart
12turn night into day.
Even though it’s dark,
‘Light is nearby.’
13Suppose the only home I can hope for is a grave.
And suppose I make my bed in the darkness of death.
14Suppose I say to the grave,
‘You are like a father to me.’
And suppose I say to its worms,
‘You are like a mother or sister to me.’
15Then what hope do I have?
Who can give me any hope?
16Will hope go down to the gates of death with me?
Will we go down together into the dust of the grave?”
1Mi espíritu está quebrantado,
mis días se acortan,
la tumba me espera.
2Estoy rodeado de burlones;
mis ojos no pueden cerrarse por su hostilidad.
3»Dame, oh Dios, la garantía que demandas.
¿Quién más podría responder por mí?
4Tú has cerrado sus mentes al entendimiento,
por eso no dejarás que triunfen.
5Quien por una recompensa denuncia a sus amigos
verá a sus hijos desfallecer.
6»Dios me ha puesto en boca de todos;
no falta quien me escupa en la cara.
7Los ojos se me apagan a causa del dolor;
todo mi esqueleto no es más que una sombra.
8Los íntegros ven esto y se quedan asombrados;
los inocentes se indignan contra el impío.
9La gente justa se aferra a su camino;
los de manos limpias aumentan su fuerza.
10»Vengan, pues, todos ustedes; ¡arremetan contra mí!
No hallaré entre ustedes a un solo sabio.
11Mis días van pasando, mis planes se frustran
junto con los anhelos de mi corazón.
12Esta gente convierte la noche en día;
todo está oscuro, pero insisten:
“La luz se acerca”.
13Si el único hogar que espero está en los dominios de la muerte,17:13 los dominios de la muerte. Lit. el Seol.
he de tenderme a dormir en las tinieblas;
14he de llamar “padre mío” a la corrupción
y “madre” y “hermana” a los gusanos.
15¿Dónde queda entonces mi esperanza?
¿Quién ve alguna esperanza para mí?
16¿Bajará conmigo hasta los dominios de la muerte?17:16 los dominios de la muerte. Lit. las puertas del Seol.
¿Descenderemos juntos hasta el polvo?».
