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,

Dawid de. Bere a na ɔwɔ ɔbodan mu no. Mpaebɔ. Meteɛ mu su frɛ Awurade; mema me nne so su frɛ Awurade sɛ onhu me mmɔbɔ.

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

Mihwie mʼahiasɛm gu nʼanim; meka me haw kyerɛ no.

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.

Sɛ me kra tɔ beraw wɔ me mu a, ɛyɛ wo na wunim me kwan. Ɔkwan a menam so no nnipa asum me afiri.

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.

Hwɛ na hu, obiara nni me nifa so; mʼasɛm mfa obiara ho; minni guankɔbea bi; me nkwa mfa obiara ho.

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

Awurade, misu frɛ wo; mise, “Wone me guankɔbea, me kyɛfa wɔ ateasefo asase so.”

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.

Tie me sufrɛ, na mewɔ ahohia kɛse mu; gye me fi mʼataafo nsam, efisɛ wɔn ho yɛ den sen me.

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.

Yi me fi mʼafiase, na makamfo wo din. Afei atreneefo betwa me ho ahyia esiane wo papa a woayɛ me no nti.