Psalms 142

1 Maschil. Of David. A prayer when he was in the hole of the rock. The sound of my cry went up to the Lord; with my voice I made my prayer for grace to the Lord.

١ قَصِيدَةٌ لِدَاوُدَ لَمَّا كَانَ فِي ٱلْمَغَارَةِ. صَلَاةٌ بِصَوْتِي إِلَى ٱلرَّبِّ أَصْرُخُ. بِصَوْتِي إِلَى ٱلرَّبِّ أَتَضَرَّعُ.

2 I put all my sorrows before him; and made clear to him all my trouble.

٢ أَسْكُبُ أَمَامَهُ شَكْوَايَ. بِضِيقِيْ قُدَّامَهُ أُخْبِرُ.

3 When my spirit is overcome, your eyes are on my goings; nets have been secretly placed in the way in which I go.

٣ عِنْدَ مَا أَعْيَتْ رُوحِي فِيَّ، وَأَنْتَ عَرَفْتَ مَسْلَكِي. فِي ٱلطَّرِيقِ ٱلَّتِي أَسْلُكُ أَخْفَوْا لِي فَخًّا.

4 Looking to my right side, I saw no man who was my friend: I had no safe place; no one had any care for my soul.

٤ ٱنْظُرْ إِلَى ٱلْيَمِينِ وَأَبْصِرْ، فَلَيْسَ لِي عَارِفٌ. بَادَ عَنِّي ٱلْمَنَاصُ. لَيْسَ مَنْ يَسْأَلُ عَنْ نَفْسِي.

5 I have made my cry to you, O Lord; I have said, You are my safe place, and my heritage in the land of the living.

٥ صَرَخْتُ إِلَيْكَ يَارَبُّ. قُلْتُ: «أَنْتَ مَلْجَإِي، نَصِيبِي فِي أَرْضِ ٱلْأَحْيَاءِ».

6 Give ear to my cry, for I am made very low: take me out of the hands of my haters, for they are stronger than I.

٦ أَصْغِ إِلَى صُرَاخِي، لِأَنِّي قَدْ تَذَلَّلْتُ جِدًّا. نَجِّنِي مِنْ مُضْطَهِدِيَّ، لِأَنَّهُمْ أَشَدُّ مِنِّي.

7 Take my soul out of prison, so that I may give praise to your name: the upright will give praise because of me; for you have given me a full reward.

٧ أَخْرِجْ مِنَ ٱلْحَبْسِ نَفْسِي، لِتَحْمِيدِ ٱسْمِكَ. ٱلصِّدِّيقُونَ يَكْتَنِفُونَنِي، لِأَنَّكَ تُحْسِنُ إِلَيَّ.