Psalms 142

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

Maskili ti Dafidi. Nígbà tí ó wà nínú ihò òkúta. Àdúrà. Èmi kígbe sókè sí Olúwa; èmi gbé ohùn mi sókè sí Olúwa fún àánú.

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

Èmi tú àròyé mí sílẹ̀ níwájú rẹ̀, bẹ́ẹ̀ ní èmi fi iṣẹ́ mi hàn níwájú rẹ̀.

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.

Nígbà tí ẹ̀mí mi ṣàárẹ̀ nínú mi, ìwọ ni ẹni tí ó mọ ọ̀nà mi. Ní ipa ọ̀nà tí èmi ń rìn ènìyàn ti dẹ okùn fún mi ní ìkọ̀kọ̀.

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.

Wo ọwọ́ ọ̀tún mi kí ó sì rì i kò sí ẹni tí ó ṣe àníyàn mi èmi kò ní ààbò; kò sí ẹni tí ó náání ọkàn mi.

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

Èmi kígbe sí ọ, Olúwa: èmi wí pé, “Ìwọ ni ààbò mi, ìpín mi ní ilẹ̀ alààyè.”

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

Fi etí sí igbe mi, nítorí tí èmi wà nínú àìnírètí gbà mí lọ́wọ́ àwọn tí ń lépa mi, nítorí wọ́n lágbára jù mí lọ.

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.

Mú ọkàn mi jáde kúrò nínú túbú, kí èmi lè máa yin orúkọ rẹ. Nígbà náà ni àwọn olódodo yóò yí mi káàkiri nítorí ìwọ yóò fi ọ̀pọ̀lọpọ̀ wọn ba mi ṣe.