Psalms 142

1 [A contemplation by David, when he was in the cave. A Prayer.] I cry with my voice to Jehovah. With my voice, I ask Jehovah for mercy.

David ƒe nufiameha esi wònɔ agado me. Gbedodoɖa. Medo ɣli na Yehowa sesĩe, eye mekɔ nye gbe dzi na Yehowa be wòakpɔ nye nublanui.

2 I pour out my complaint before him. I tell him my troubles.

Metrɔ nye nuxaxawo kɔ ɖe eŋkume, eye metrɔ nye vevesesewo kɔ ɖe eya amea gbɔ.

3 When my spirit was overwhelmed within me, you knew my path. In the way in which I walk, they have hidden a snare for me.

Ne nu ti kɔ na nye gbɔgbɔ le menye la, wò koe nya nye mɔ. Ŋutsuwo tre mɔ ɖe mɔ si metona la dzi nam.

4 Look on my right, and see; for there is no one who is concerned for me. Refuge has fled from me. No one cares for my soul.

Trɔ ɖe nye ɖusime ne nàkpɔ; ame aɖeke metsɔ ɖeke le eme nam o. Bebeƒe aɖeke meli nam o, eye ame aɖeke metsɔ ɖeke le eme nam o.

5 I cried to you, Jehovah. I said, "You are my refuge, my portion in the land of the living."

O! Yehowa, wòe mele ɣli dom na. Megblɔ be, “Wòe nye nye sitsoƒe, kple nye gome le agbagbeawo ƒe anyigba dzi.”

6 Listen to my cry, for I am in desperate need. Deliver me from my persecutors, for they are stronger than me.

Ɖo to nye ɣlidodo, elabena meɖo xaxa me ŋutɔ. Ɖem tso ame siwo le yonyeme tim la ƒe asi me, elabena wosesẽ nam akpa.

7 Bring my soul out of prison, that I may give thanks to your name. The righteous will surround me, for you will be good to me.

Ɖem tso nye gaxɔ me, be makafu wò ŋkɔ. Ekema ame dzɔdzɔewo aɖe to ɖem, le wò nyui si nèwɔ nam la ta.