Psalms 142

1 A Maskil of David, when he was in the cave. A prayer. I cry aloud to the LORD; I lift my voice to the LORD for mercy.

David kah Hlohlai, lungko khuila a om vaengkah Thangthuinah BOEIPA taengla ka ol neh ka pang tih BOEIPA taengah ka ol neh n'rhen lah ka ti.

2 I pour out my complaint before Him; I reveal my trouble to Him.

A mikhmuh ah ka kohuetnah ka kingling tih ka citcai khaw a mikhmuh ah ka phoe.

3 Although my spirit grows faint within me, You know my way. Along the path I travel they have hidden a snare for me.

Ka khuikah ka mueihla rhae tih ka pongpa nah caehlong ah kai ham pael tung cakhaw ka hawn he na ming.

4 Look to my right and see; no one attends to me. There is no refuge for me; no one cares for my soul.

Bantang la paelki lamtah Kai ham ka hmat hlang om pawh tila hmu van lah. Kai ham tah thuhaelnah khaw bing coeng tih ka hinglu aka toem khaw om pawh.

5 I cry to You, O LORD: “You are my refuge, my portion in the land of the living.”

BOEIPA taengah ah ka pang tih, “Namah he mulhing khohmuen ah ka hlipyingnah neh ka khoyo coeng,” ni ka ti.

6 Listen to my cry, for I am brought quite low. Rescue me from my pursuers, for they are too strong for me.

Mat ka tlayae coeng dongah ka tamlung taengla hnatung lah. Kai lakah aka tlung tih kai aka hloem rhoek taeng lamloh kai n'huul lah.

7 Free my soul from prison, that I may praise Your name. The righteous will gather around me because of Your goodness to me.

Kai hinglu he rhomhmop lamloh coe sak lamtah na ming te uem saeh. Kai he nan thuung ham coeng dongah aka dueng rhoek tah kamah taengah a bulbo uh ni.