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.

Dāvida pamācība; lūgšana, kad viņš bija alā. Es piesaucu To Kungu ar savu balsi, es lūdzu To Kungu ar savu balsi.

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

Es izgāžu savu žēlošanos Viņa priekšā, es izstāstu Viņa priekšā savas bēdas.

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.

Kad mans gars iztrūcināts, tad Tu zini manu ceļu; tie man liek valgus ceļā, kur es eju.

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.

Skaties pa labo roku un redzi, tur nav neviena, kas mani grib pazīt: es nekur nevaru izbēgt, neviens nebēdā par manu dvēseli.

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

Tevi es piesaucu, Kungs; es saku: Tu esi mana cerība, mana daļa dzīvo zemē.

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

Ņem vērā manu kliegšanu, jo es esmu ļoti nonīcis; izglāb mani no maniem vajātājiem, jo tie man ir visai vareni.

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.

Izved manu dvēseli no cietuma, ka es pateicos Tavam vārdam; par mani gavilēs taisnie, kad Tu man labu darīsi.