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.

Thaburi ya Daudi Ngayagĩra Jehova nyanĩrĩire; ngwambararia mũgambo wakwa kũrĩ Jehova anjiguĩre tha.

2 I pour out my complaints before him; I tell him what's troubling me.

Njitũrũraga mateta makwa mbere yake; ndĩrĩmwĩraga thĩĩna wakwa ndĩ mbere yake.

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

Rĩrĩa roho wakwa waringĩka thĩinĩ wakwa, Wee nĩwe ũmenyaga njĩra ĩrĩa ndĩrĩgera. Njĩra-inĩ ĩrĩa thiiagĩra-rĩ, andũ nĩmahithĩire mũtego.

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.

Ta rora mwena wakwa wa ũrĩo wone; gũtirĩ o na ũmwe ũranũmbũiya. Ndirĩ na ha kũũrĩra; muoyo wakwa gũtirĩ mũndũ o na ũmwe ũngĩũmenyerera.

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.

Wee Jehova, nĩwe ngayagĩra; njugaga atĩrĩ, “Wee nĩwe rĩũrĩro rĩakwa, na igai rĩakwa bũrũri-inĩ wa arĩa marĩ muoyo.”

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.

Thikĩrĩria gũkaya gwakwa, nĩgũkorwo ndĩĩmũhinyĩrĩrie mũno; ndeithũra kuuma kũrĩ andũ arĩa mathingatanĩte na niĩ, nĩgũkorwo marĩ na hinya mũno kũngĩra.

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.”

Njohorithia kuuma kĩoho-inĩ gĩakwa, nĩguo ngoocage rĩĩtwa rĩaku. Hĩndĩ ĩyo andũ arĩa athingu nĩmakandigiicĩria, nĩ ũndũ wa ũrĩa ũnjĩkĩte wega.