Psalms 142

1 “A Maskil of David, when he was in the cave. A prayer.” With my voice I cry unto the Lord: with my voice I make supplication unto the Lord.

١ قَصِيدَةٌ لِدَاوُدَ عِنْدَمَا كَانَ مُخْتَبِئاً فِي الْمَغَارَةِ. صَلاةٌ بِصَوْتِي إِلَى الرَّبِ أَصْرُخُ. بِصَوْتِي إِلَى الرَّبِّ أَتَضَرَّعُ.

2 I pour out before him my grief: my distress I recite before him.

٢ أَبُثُّهُ شَكْوَايَ وَأُحَدِّثُهُ بِضِيقِي.

3 When my spirit was overwhelmed within me—and thou knowest well my path—on the way whereon I desired to walk they had secretly laid a snare for me.

٣ عِنْدَمَا غُشِيَ عَلَى رُوحِي فِي دَاخِلِي كُنْتَ أَنْتَ عَالِماً بِمَسْلَكِي. فِي الطَّرِيقِ الَّتِي سَلَكْتُهَا نَصَبُوا لِي فَخّاً.

4 Look to the right, and behold, yea, there is no man that recognizeth me: [every] refuge is lost to me; there is no one that careth for my soul.

٤ الْتَفِتْ نَحْوَ يَمِينِي فَلَا تَجِدَ مَنْ يَحْفَلُ بِي، لَمْ يَبْقَ لِي مَلاذٌ أَوْ مَنْ يَسْأَلُ عَنِّي.

5 I cried unto thee, O Lord: I said, Thou art my refuge, my portion in the land of life.

٥ إِيَّاكَ دَعَوْتُ يَا رَبُّ قَائِلاً: «أَنْتَ مَلْجَإِي، أَنْتَ نَصِيبِي فِي أَرْضِ الأَحْيَاءِ».

6 Listen unto my entreaty; for I am very miserable: deliver me from my pursuers; for they are too mighty for me.

٦ أَصْغِ إِلَى صُرَاخِي لأَنَّنِي قَدْ تَذَلَّلْتُ جِدّاً. أَنْقِذْنِي مِنْ مُضْطَهِدِيَّ لأَنَّهُمْ أَشَدُّ مِنِّي.

7 Bring forth out of prison my soul, that I may thank thy name: with me shall the righteous crown themselves, when thou wilt deal bountifully with me.

٧ أَفْرِجْ كُرْبَةَ نَفْسِي لأُسَبِّحَ بِاسْمِكَ، فَيَلْتَفَّ الصِّدِّيقُونَ حَوْلِي ثَوَاباً لِي مِنْكَ.