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.

I LIKWIRKI ngil laud ong Ieowa. Ki ngil ai i kin ngidingideki ong Ieowa.

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

I kin kasansale ong i ai apwal akan, o i padaki ong i katoutou pa i kan.

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.

Ngen i lao luetala, kom ap pan kotin apapwali. Irail rir wiai ong ia insar eu liman al, me i kin weid ia.

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.

I kilang ni pali maun i, ari sota, me men sauasa ia; i sota kak pitila, pwe sota me kin idok ia.

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

Maing Ieowa, i likwir wong komui, o potoan: Komui me ai paip, o pwais ai nan sap en me maur akan.

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

Kom kotin mangi ai weriwer, pwe ngai meid luet; dore ia la sang me kin pakipaki ia; pwe ngai sota itar ong ir.

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.

Kalua sang ngen i nan imateng, pwe i en kapinga mar omui. Me pung kan pan pokon dong ia, ma kom pan kotin sauasa ia.