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.

Maskil ne ta Dawuda. Sa’ad da yake cikin kogo. Addu’a ce. Na yi kuka mai ƙarfi ga Ubangiji; na tā da muryata ga Ubangiji neman jinƙai.

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

Na kawo gunagunina a gabansa; a gabansa na faɗa wahalata.

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.

Sa’ad da ƙarfina ya kāre a cikina, kai ne wanda ya san hanyata. A hanyar da nake tafiya mutane sun kafa mini tarko.

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.

Duba ta damata ka gani; babu wanda ya kula da ni. Ba ni da mafaka; babu wanda ya kula da raina.

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

Na yi kuka gare ka, ya Ubangiji; Na ce, “Kai ne mafakata, rabona a ƙasar masu rai.”

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

Ka saurari kukata, gama ina cikin matsananciyar bukata; ka cece ni daga waɗanda suke fafarata, gama sun fi ni ƙarfi sosai.

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.

Ka’yantar da ni daga kurkuku, don in yabi sunanka. Ta haka masu adalci za su taru kewaye da ni saboda alherinka gare ni.