Psalms 142

1 A maskil of David, while he was in the cave, a prayer. Loudly I cry to the Lord: to the Lord plead loudly for mercy,

Maaskiilii Daawit Ani gara Waaqayyotti nan iyya; sagalee kootiinis fuula Waaqayyoo duratti waammata koo nan dhiʼeeffadha.

2 I pour my complaint before him, I tell my troubles to him.

Ani guungummii koo fuula isaa duratti nan dhangalaasa; dhibee koos fuula isaa duratti nan himadha.

3 When my spirit is faint within me, my path is known to you. In the way I am wont to walk in, they have hidden a trap for me.

Yeroof hafuurri koo na keessatti laafu, situ karaa koo beeka. Namoonni daandii ani deemu irra, kiyyoo naa kaaʼaniiru.

4 I look to the right and the left; but not a friend have I. No place of refuge is left me, not a man to care for me.

Gara mirga koo ilaali; argis; namni naa yaadu tokko iyyuu hin jiru; ani iddoon itti kooluu galu tokko illee hin qabu; namni jireenya kootiif yaadus hin jiru.

5 So I cry to you, O Lord: I say, ‘My refuge are you, all I have in the land of the living.’

Yaa Waaqayyo, sitti nan iyyadha; “Ati iddoo ani itti kooluu galuu dha; biyya warra jiraatoo keessattis ati qooda koo ti” nan jedha.

6 Attend to my piercing cry, for very weak am I. Save me from those who pursue me, for they are too strong for me.

Ani abdii kutadheeraatii, kadhannaa koo naa dhagaʼi; warra na ariʼatan jalaa na baasi; isaan akka malee natti cimaniiruutii.

7 Free me from prison, that I may give thanks to your name, for the righteous are patiently waiting till you show your bounty to me.

Akka ani maqaa kee galateeffadhuuf, lubbuu koo mana hidhaatii naa baasi. Sababii ati waan gaarii naa gooteef, qajeeltonni naannoo kootti walitti qabamu.