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.

Maskil mar Daudi. Kane en ei bur. Lamo. Aywak matek ne Jehova Nyasaye; atingʼo dwonda ne Jehova Nyasaye mondo okecha.

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

Ahulone gik mathaga duto; anyise chandruokna duto ka abet e nyime.

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

E kinde ma chunya chandore e iya, to in ema ingʼeyo yor konyruokna. E bugo matut ma awuothoe ji osechikonae obadho.

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

Rang batha korachwich; mondo ine kaonge ngʼama dewa. Aonge kar pondo; bende aonge ngʼama rito ngimana.

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

Aywakni, yaye Jehova Nyasaye; awachoni niya, “In e kar pondona, kendo in e pokna e piny joma ngima.”

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

Yie iwinj ywakna, nimar an-gi chandruok maduongʼ; resa e lwet joma lawa nimar gitek moloya mabor.

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

Gonya e twech ma antie, mondo apak nyingi. Eka joma kare biro chokore buta nikech ber misetimona.