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.

Okusaba kwa Dawudi bwe yali mu mpuku. Nkaabirira Mukama n’eddoboozi ery’omwanguka; neegayirira Mukama ansaasire.

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

Mmutegeeza byonna ebinneemulugunyisa, ne mmwanjulira ebinteganya byonna.

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

Omwoyo gwange bwe gunnennyika, gw’omanyi eky’okunkolera. Banteze omutego mu kkubo lyange mwe mpita.

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.

Bwe ntunula ku mukono gwange ogwa ddyo, sirabayo anambeera; sirina wa kwekweka, era tewali n’omu anfaako.

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.

Nkaabirira ggwe, Ayi Mukama, nga ŋŋamba nti, “Ggwe kiddukiro kyange, ggwe mugabo gwange mu nsi muno.”

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.

Owulire okukaaba kwange, kubanga njeezebwa nnyo! Mponya abanjigganya, kubanga bansinza nnyo amaanyi.

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.”

Nziggya mu kkomera, ndyoke nkwebaze nga ntendereza erinnya lyo. Abatuukirivu balinneetooloola, ng’onkoledde ebyekisa ekingi ebingi.