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.

Fañòha’ i Davide; ty Halali’e tan-dakato ao Mitoreo am-peo am’ Iehovà iraho, hihalaly tretre am’Iehovà ty feoko.

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

Adobako añatrefa’e ty toreoko; volañeko añatrefa’e o mahaferenaiñe ahikoo.

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

Ie nitoirañe añ’ovako ao ty troko, niarofoana’o ty liako, amy lalan-tsileke fijelanjelañakoy ty nañetaha’ iareo fandrike.

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.

Toliho mb’an-tañan-kavanako le vazohò, te tsy eo ty mañaoñ’ ahy. tsy eo ty hipalirako; tsy ahoa’ondaty ty fiaiko.

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.

Nitoreo ama’o iraho ry Iehovà, ami’ty hoe: Ihe ro fitsolohako, ty anjarako an-tanen-kaveloñ’ ao.

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.

Janjiño ty fikaikaihako fa loho mirèke; hahao amo mpanao samporerak’ ahiio, fa fatratse te amako.

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.”

Akaro am-balabey ao ty fiaiko hibangoako ty tahina’o; hiropak’ amako o vañoñeo ami’ty fatariha’o amako.