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.

I LIKWIRKI nil laud on Ieowa, Ki nil ai i kin nidinideki on Ieowa.

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

I kin kajanjale on i ai apwal akan, o i padaki on i katoutou pa i kan.

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

Nen i lao luetala, kom ap pan kotin apapwali. Irail rir wiai on ia injar eu liman al, me i kin weid ia.

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.

I kilan ni pali maun i, ari jota, me men jauaja ia; i jota kak pitila, pwe jota me kill idok ia.

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.

Main Ieowa, i likwir won komui, o potoan: Komui me ai paip, o pwaij ai nan jap en me maur akan.

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.

Kom kotin mani ai weriwer, pwe nai meid luet; dore ia la jan me kin pakipaki ia, pwe nai jota itar on ir.

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.”

Kalua jan nen i nan imaten, pwe i en kapina mar omui. Me pun kan pan pokon don ia, ma kom pan kotin jauaja ia.