Psalms 142

1 A Psalme of David, to give instruction, and a prayer, when he was in the cave. I cryed vnto the Lord with my voyce: with my voyce I prayed vnto the Lord.

Chante David te chante lè li te kache nan gwo twou wòch la. Se yon lapriyè. M'ap louvri bouch mwen, m'ap rele Seyè a. M'ap louvri bouch mwen, m'ap kriye nan pye Seyè a.

2 I powred out my meditation before him, and declared mine affliction in his presence.

M'ap louvri kè m' bay Bondye, m'ap rakonte l' mizè mwen.

3 Though my spirit was in perplexitie in me, yet thou knewest my path: in the way wherein I walked, haue they priuily layde a snare for me.

Lè m' santi mwen pa kapab ankò, ou menm, ou konnen sa pou m' fè. Sou chemen kote m'ap pase a yo tann yon pèlen pou mwen.

4 I looked vpon my right hand, and beheld, but there was none that would knowe me: all refuge failed me, and none cared for my soule.

Voye je ou toupatou, gade byen! Tout moun pran pòz pa konnen m'. Pa gen yon moun pou pwoteje m'. Pa gen yon moun pou pran ka m'.

5 Then cryed I vnto thee, O Lord, and sayde, thou art mine hope, and my portion in the land of the liuing.

Mwen kriye nan pye ou, Seyè! Mwen di: Se ou menm ki tout pwoteksyon mwen. Se ou menm ki tout mwen nan lavi sa a.

6 Hearken vnto my crye, for I am brought very lowe: deliuer me from my persecuters, for they are too strong for me.

Panche zòrèy ou, koute sa m'ap di ou! Mwen fin dekouraje. Delivre m' anba men moun k'ap pèsekite m' yo, paske yo pi fò pase m'.

7 Bring my soule out of prison, that I may prayse thy Name: then shall the righteous come about me, when thou art beneficiall vnto me.

Wete m' nan prizon sa a pou m' ka di ou mèsi. Lè sa a, m'a kanpe nan mitan moun ki mache dwat devan ou yo, paske ou te bon pou mwen.