Psalms 142

1 A maskil of David, when he was in the cave. A prayer. I call out to the Lord for help; pleading with 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 complaints before him; I tell him what's troubling me.

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

3 When I'm totally discouraged, you know the direction I should take. But whichever way I go, people set traps for me.

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

4 I look to my right for someone to support me—but no one pays me any attention. There's no safe place for me—no one cares about me at all.

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

5 I cry out to you, Lord, for help, saying, “You are the one who keeps me safe; you are all I need in life.

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

6 Please listen to my sad cry, for I'm feeling very low. Please save me from those who are after me, for they're too strong for me.

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

7 Release me from my prison so I can praise you for the person you are! Those who live right will gather round me because you have treated me so well.”

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