Psalms 142

1 A contemplation by David, when he was in the cave. A Prayer. I cry with my voice to Yahweh. With my voice, I ask Yahweh for mercy.

I LIKWIRKI nil laud on Ieowa, Ki nil ai i kin nidinideki on Ieowa.

2 I pour out my complaint before him. I tell him my troubles.

I kin kajanjale on i ai apwal akan, o i padaki on i katoutou pa i kan.

3 When my spirit was overwhelmed within me, you knew my route. On the path in which I walk, they have hidden a snare for me.

Nen i lao luetala, kom ap pan kotin apapwali. Irail rir wiai on ia injar eu liman al, me i kin weid ia.

4 Look on my right, and see; for there is no one who is concerned for me. Refuge has fled from me. No one cares for my soul.

I kilan ni pali maun i, ari jota, me men jauaja ia; i jota kak pitila, pwe jota me kill idok ia.

5 I cried to you, Yahweh. I said, “You are my refuge, my portion in the land of the living.”

Main Ieowa, i likwir won komui, o potoan: Komui me ai paip, o pwaij ai nan jap en me maur akan.

6 Listen to my cry, for I am in desperate need. Deliver me from my persecutors, for they are too strong for me.

Kom kotin mani ai weriwer, pwe nai meid luet; dore ia la jan me kin pakipaki ia, pwe nai jota itar on ir.

7 Bring my soul out of prison, that I may give thanks to your name. The righteous will surround me, for you will be good to me.

Kalua jan nen i nan imaten, pwe i en kapina mar omui. Me pun kan pan pokon don ia, ma kom pan kotin jauaja ia.