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.

Maskil mar Daudi. Kane en ei bur. Lamo. Aywak matek ne Jehova Nyasaye; atingʼo dwonda ne Jehova Nyasaye mondo okecha.

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

Ahulone gik mathaga duto; anyise chandruokna duto ka abet e nyime.

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.

E kinde ma chunya chandore e iya, to in ema ingʼeyo yor konyruokna. E bugo matut ma awuothoe ji osechikonae obadho.

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.

Rang batha korachwich; mondo ine kaonge ngʼama dewa. Aonge kar pondo; bende aonge ngʼama rito ngimana.

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

Aywakni, yaye Jehova Nyasaye; awachoni niya, “In e kar pondona, kendo in e pokna e piny joma ngima.”

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

Yie iwinj ywakna, nimar an-gi chandruok maduongʼ; resa e lwet joma lawa nimar gitek moloya mabor.

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.

Gonya e twech ma antie, mondo apak nyingi. Eka joma kare biro chokore buta nikech ber misetimona.