Psalms 142

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

Dawid deɛ. Ɛberɛ a na ɔwɔ ɔbodan mu no. Mpaeɛbɔ. Meteam mesu frɛ Awurade; me ma me nne so su frɛ Awurade sɛ ɔnhunu me mmɔbɔ.

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

Mehwie mʼahiasɛm megu nʼanim; meka me haw kyerɛ no.

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.

Sɛ me ɔkra tɔ baha wɔ me mu a, ɛyɛ wo na wonim mʼakwan. Ɛkwan a menam so no nnipa asum me afidie wɔ so.

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.

Hwɛ me nifa so na hunu sɛ; mʼasɛm mfa obiara ho; menni dwanekɔbea bi; me nkwa mfa obiara ho.

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

Ao Awurade, mesu mefrɛ wo; mese, “Wone me dwanekɔbea, me kyɛfa wɔ ateasefoɔ asase so.”

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

Tie me sufrɛ, na mewɔ ahohia kɛseɛ mu; gye me firi mʼataafoɔ nsam, ɛfiri sɛ wɔn ho yɛ den sene me.

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.

Yi me firi me nneduadan mu, na makamfo wo din. Afei teneneefoɔ bɛtwa me ho ahyia ɛsiane wo papa a woayɛ me enti.