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.

S svojim glasom sem klical h Gospodu, s svojim glasom sem storil svojo ponižno prošnjo h Gospodu.

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

Svojo pritožbo sem izlil pred njim, pred njim sem pokazal svojo stisko.

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

Ko je bil moj duh znotraj mene nadvladan, tedaj ti poznaš mojo pot. Na stezi, po kateri sem hodil, so zame na skrivnem postavili zanko.

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.

Pogledal sem na svojo desnico in zagledal, toda ni bilo človeka, ki bi me poznal. Zatočišče se mi je izneverilo, noben človek ni skrbel za mojo dušo.

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.

Klical sem k tebi, oh Gospod. Rekel sem: »Ti si moje zatočišče in moj delež v deželi živih.«

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.

Prisluhni mojemu joku, kajti zelo sem ponižan. Osvobodi me pred mojimi preganjalci, kajti močnejši so od mene.

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.

Privedi mojo dušo iz ječe, da bom lahko hvalil tvoje ime. Pravični me bodo obdali, kajti radodarno boš postopal z menoj.