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.

Glasom svojim ka Gospodu vièem, glasom svojim Gospodu se molim.

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

Izlivam pred njim moljenje svoje, tugu svoju pred njim kazujem,

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

Kad iznemogne u meni duh moj. Ti znaš stazu moju. Na putu, kojim hodim, sakriše mi zamku.

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

Pogledam nadesno, i vidim da me niko ne zna; nestade mi utoèišta, niko ne mari za dušu moju.

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

Vièem k tebi, Gospode; velim: ti si utoèište moje, dio moj na zemlji živijeh.

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

Èuj tužnjavu moju; jer se muèim veoma. Izbavi me od onijeh koji me gone, jer su jaèi od mene.

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

Izvedi iz tamnice dušu moju, da slavim ime tvoje. Oko mene æe se skupiti pravednici, kad mi uèiniš dobro.