Psalms 142

1 Maschil of David, when he was in the cave; a Prayer. I cry with my voice unto the LORD; with my voice unto the LORD do I make supplication.

Anigu codkaygaan Rabbiga ugu qayshadaa, Oo codkaygaan Rabbiga ku baryaa.

2 I pour out my complaint before him; I shew before him my trouble.

Oo hortiisaan ku cawdaa, Oo dhibaatadaydana hortiisaan ku muujiyaa.

3 When my spirit was overwhelmed within me, thou knewest my path. In the way wherein I walk have they hidden a snare for me.

Markii naftaydu gudahayga ku itaal darnaatay, waddadayda waad tiqiin, Jidka aan ku socdona dabin bay iigu qariyeen.

4 Look on [my] right hand, and see; for there is no man that knoweth me: refuge hath failed me; no man careth for my soul.

Bal fiiri xaggayga midig, oo bal arag, Waayo, nin i yaqaan ma jiro, Meel aan magangalo ayaan waayay, ninna naftayda dan kama leh.

5 I cried unto thee, O LORD; I said, Thou art my refuge, my portion in the land of the living.

Rabbiyow, adigaan kuu qayshaday, Oo waxaan idhi, Waxaad tahay magangalkayga, Iyo qaybta aan dalka kuwa nool ku leeyahay.

6 Attend unto my cry; for I am brought very low: deliver me from my persecutors; for they are stronger than I.

Qayladayda dhegayso, waayo, aad baa hoos laygu dejiyey, Kuwa i silciya iga samatabbixi, waayo, iyagu way iga xoog badan yihiin.

7 Bring my soul out of prison, that I may give thanks unto thy name: the righteous shall compass me about; for thou shalt deal bountifully with me.

Naftayda xabsiga ka soo bixi, si aan magacaaga ugu mahadnaqo, Kuwa xaqa ah ayaa igu hareeraysnaan doona, Waayo, wax badan oo wanaagsan baad ii samayn doontaa.