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.

Dawid de. Bere a na ɔwɔ ɔbodan mu no. Mpaebɔ. Meteɛ mu su frɛ Awurade; mema me nne so su frɛ Awurade sɛ onhu me mmɔbɔ.

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

Mihwie mʼahiasɛm gu nʼanim; meka me haw kyerɛ no.

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.

Sɛ me kra tɔ beraw wɔ me mu a, ɛyɛ wo na wunim me kwan. Ɔkwan a menam so no nnipa asum me afiri.

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.

Hwɛ na hu, obiara nni me nifa so; mʼasɛm mfa obiara ho; minni guankɔbea bi; me nkwa mfa obiara ho.

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

Awurade, misu frɛ wo; mise, “Wone me guankɔbea, me kyɛfa wɔ ateasefo asase so.”

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

Tie me sufrɛ, na mewɔ ahohia kɛse mu; gye me fi mʼataafo nsam, efisɛ wɔn ho yɛ den sen me.

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.

Yi me fi mʼafiase, na makamfo wo din. Afei atreneefo betwa me ho ahyia esiane wo papa a woayɛ me no nti.