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.

Anigu codkaygaan Rabbiga ugu qayshadaa, Oo codkaygaan Rabbiga ku baryaa.

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

Oo hortiisaan ku cawdaa, Oo dhibaatadaydana hortiisaan ku muujiyaa.

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

Markii naftaydu gudahayga ku itaal darnaatay, waddadayda waad tiqiin, Jidka aan ku socdona dabin bay iigu qariyeen.

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.

Bal fiiri xaggayga midig, oo bal arag, Waayo, nin i yaqaan ma jiro, Meel aan magangalo ayaan waayay, ninna naftayda dan kama leh.

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.

Rabbiyow, adigaan kuu qayshaday, Oo waxaan idhi, Waxaad tahay magangalkayga, Iyo qaybta aan dalka kuwa nool ku leeyahay.

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.

Qayladayda dhegayso, waayo, aad baa hoos laygu dejiyey, Kuwa i silciya iga samatabbixi, waayo, iyagu way iga xoog badan yihiin.

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.”

Naftayda xabsiga ka soo bixi, si aan magacaaga ugu mahadnaqo, Kuwa xaqa ah ayaa igu hareeraysnaan doona, Waayo, wax badan oo wanaagsan baad ii samayn doontaa.