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.

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

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

Mmutegeeza byonna ebinneemulugunyisa, ne mmwanjulira ebinteganya byonna.

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.

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

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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.

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