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.

Abụ maskil nke Devid. Mgbe ọ nọ nʼọgba nkume. Ekpere. Etikuru m Onyenwe anyị mkpu akwa; ewelitara m olu m rịọ Onyenwe anyị ka o meere m ebere.

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

Ekwupụtara m ihe na-esogbu m nʼihu ya, gwakwa ya ahụhụ nke m nọ nʼime ya.

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.

Mgbe mmụọ m dara mba nʼime m, ọ bụ gị maara ụzọ m. Nʼụzọ ebe m na-esi aga ka ndị mmadụ siiri m ọnya.

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.

Lee anya nʼaka nri m ma hụ na ọ dịghị onye ọbụla na-eche ihe banyere m. Enweghị m ebe mgbaba. Ọ dịghị onye ọbụla ihe banyere m na-emetụta nʼobi.

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

Ana m etiku gị mkpu akwa, o Onyenwe anyị, na-asị, “Gị bụ ebe mgbaba m, oke m nʼala ndị dị ndụ.”

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

Gee ntị na mkpu akwa m, nʼihi na anọ m nʼọnọdụ ihe isiike; gbapụta m site nʼaka ndị na-achụ m ọsọ, nʼihi na ha siri ike karịa m.

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.

Mee ka m nwere onwe m site nʼụlọ mkpọrọ, ka m nwee ike too aha gị. Mgbe ahụ ndị ezi omume ga-agba m gburugburu nʼihi ịdị mma gị nʼebe m nọ.