Psalms 142

1 A maskil of David, while he was in the cave, a prayer. Loudly I cry to the Lord: to the Lord plead loudly for mercy,

Okusaba kwa Dawudi bwe yali mu mpuku. Nkaabirira Mukama n’eddoboozi ery’omwanguka; neegayirira Mukama ansaasire.

2 I pour my complaint before him, I tell my troubles to him.

Mmutegeeza byonna ebinneemulugunyisa, ne mmwanjulira ebinteganya byonna.

3 When my spirit is faint within me, my path is known to you. In the way I am wont to walk in, they have hidden a trap for me.

Omwoyo gwange bwe gunnennyika, gw’omanyi eky’okunkolera. Banteze omutego mu kkubo lyange mwe mpita.

4 I look to the right and the left; but not a friend have I. No place of refuge is left me, not a man to care for me.

Bwe ntunula ku mukono gwange ogwa ddyo, sirabayo anambeera; sirina wa kwekweka, era tewali n’omu anfaako.

5 So I cry to you, O Lord: I say, ‘My refuge are you, all I have in the land of the living.’

Nkaabirira ggwe, Ayi Mukama, nga ŋŋamba nti, “Ggwe kiddukiro kyange, ggwe mugabo gwange mu nsi muno.”

6 Attend to my piercing cry, for very weak am I. Save me from those who pursue me, for they are too strong for me.

Owulire okukaaba kwange, kubanga njeezebwa nnyo! Mponya abanjigganya, kubanga bansinza nnyo amaanyi.

7 Free me from prison, that I may give thanks to your name, for the righteous are patiently waiting till you show your bounty to me.

Nziggya mu kkomera, ndyoke nkwebaze nga ntendereza erinnya lyo. Abatuukirivu balinneetooloola, ng’onkoledde ebyekisa ekingi ebingi.