Psalms 142

1 Maschil of David; A Prayer when he was in the cave. I cried unto the LORD with my voice; with my voice unto the LORD did I make my supplication.

David ƒe nufiameha esi wònɔ agado me. Gbedodoɖa. Medo ɣli na Yehowa sesĩe, eye mekɔ nye gbe dzi na Yehowa be wòakpɔ nye nublanui.

2 I poured out my complaint before him; I shewed before him my trouble.

Metrɔ nye nuxaxawo kɔ ɖe eŋkume, eye metrɔ nye vevesesewo kɔ ɖe eya amea gbɔ.

3 When my spirit was overwhelmed within me, then thou knewest my path. In the way wherein I walked have they privily laid a snare for me.

Ne nu ti kɔ na nye gbɔgbɔ le menye la, wò koe nya nye mɔ. Ŋutsuwo tre mɔ ɖe mɔ si metona la dzi nam.

4 I looked on [my] right hand, and beheld, but [there was] no man that would know me: refuge failed me; no man cared for my soul.

Trɔ ɖe nye ɖusime ne nàkpɔ; ame aɖeke metsɔ ɖeke le eme nam o. Bebeƒe aɖeke meli nam o, eye ame aɖeke metsɔ ɖeke le eme nam o.

5 I cried unto thee, O LORD: I said, Thou [art] my refuge [and] my portion in the land of the living.

O! Yehowa, wòe mele ɣli dom na. Megblɔ be, “Wòe nye nye sitsoƒe, kple nye gome le agbagbeawo ƒe anyigba dzi.”

6 Attend unto my cry; for I am brought very low: deliver me from my persecutors; for they are stronger than I.

Ɖo to nye ɣlidodo, elabena meɖo xaxa me ŋutɔ. Ɖem tso ame siwo le yonyeme tim la ƒe asi me, elabena wosesẽ nam akpa.

7 Bring my soul out of prison, that I may praise thy name: the righteous shall compass me about; for thou shalt deal bountifully with me.

Ɖem tso nye gaxɔ me, be makafu wò ŋkɔ. Ekema ame dzɔdzɔewo aɖe to ɖem, le wò nyui si nèwɔ nam la ta.