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.

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

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

Oo hortiisaan ku cawdaa, Oo dhibaatadaydana hortiisaan ku muujiyaa.

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

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

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.

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 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.

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

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.

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

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.

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.