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.

Okusaba kwa Dawudi bwe yali mu mpuku. Nkaabirira Mukama n’eddoboozi ery’omwanguka; neegayirira Mukama ansaasire.

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

Mmutegeeza byonna ebinneemulugunyisa, ne mmwanjulira ebinteganya byonna.

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.

Omwoyo gwange bwe gunnennyika, gw’omanyi eky’okunkolera. Banteze omutego mu kkubo lyange mwe mpita.

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.

Bwe ntunula ku mukono gwange ogwa ddyo, sirabayo anambeera; sirina wa kwekweka, era tewali n’omu anfaako.

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

Nkaabirira ggwe, Ayi Mukama, nga ŋŋamba nti, “Ggwe kiddukiro kyange, ggwe mugabo gwange mu nsi muno.”

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

Owulire okukaaba kwange, kubanga njeezebwa nnyo! Mponya abanjigganya, kubanga bansinza nnyo amaanyi.

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.

Nziggya mu kkomera, ndyoke nkwebaze nga ntendereza erinnya lyo. Abatuukirivu balinneetooloola, ng’onkoledde ebyekisa ekingi ebingi.