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.

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

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

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.

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 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.

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

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

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.