Psalms 142

1 Maschil. Of David. A prayer when he was in the hole of the rock. The sound of my cry went up to the Lord; with my voice I made my prayer for grace to the Lord.

Dāvida pamācība; lūgšana, kad viņš bija alā. Es piesaucu To Kungu ar savu balsi, es lūdzu To Kungu ar savu balsi.

2 I put all my sorrows before him; and made clear to him all my trouble.

Es izgāžu savu žēlošanos Viņa priekšā, es izstāstu Viņa priekšā savas bēdas.

3 When my spirit is overcome, your eyes are on my goings; nets have been secretly placed in the way in which I go.

Kad mans gars iztrūcināts, tad Tu zini manu ceļu; tie man liek valgus ceļā, kur es eju.

4 Looking to my right side, I saw no man who was my friend: I had no safe place; no one had any care for my soul.

Skaties pa labo roku un redzi, tur nav neviena, kas mani grib pazīt: es nekur nevaru izbēgt, neviens nebēdā par manu dvēseli.

5 I have made my cry to you, O Lord; I have said, You are my safe place, and my heritage in the land of the living.

Tevi es piesaucu, Kungs; es saku: Tu esi mana cerība, mana daļa dzīvo zemē.

6 Give ear to my cry, for I am made very low: take me out of the hands of my haters, for they are stronger than I.

Ņem vērā manu kliegšanu, jo es esmu ļoti nonīcis; izglāb mani no maniem vajātājiem, jo tie man ir visai vareni.

7 Take my soul out of prison, so that I may give praise to your name: the upright will give praise because of me; for you have given me a full reward.

Izved manu dvēseli no cietuma, ka es pateicos Tavam vārdam; par mani gavilēs taisnie, kad Tu man labu darīsi.