Psalms 142

1 An Instructive Psalm of David. When he was in the Cave. A Prayer. With my voice—to Yahweh, make I outcry, With my voice—to Yahweh, make I supplication:

He Makiri na Rawiri; he inoi i a ia i roto i te ana. He karanga ta toku reo ki a Ihowa; he inoi ta toku reo ki a Ihowa.

2 I pour out before him my complaint, My distress—before him, I tell.

Horahia ana taku inoi ki tona aroaro; whakaaturia ana e ahau toku mate ki tona aroaro.

3 When my spirit fainted concerning myself, then, thou, didst take note of my path, —In the course which I was about to take, they had hidden a snare for me.

I te ngaromanga o toku wairua i roto i ahau i matau koe ki toku ara: kua whakatakotoria pukutia e ratou te mahanga moku i te ara i haere ai ahau.

4 Look to the right hand and see, that there is none that, for me, hath regard, —Escape is lost to me, There is no one to care for my life.

Titiro ki toku taha matau, kia kite; kahore hoki tetahi tangata e mohio ana ki ahau; kahore he piringa moku; kahore tetahi e mahara ana ki toku wairua.

5 I have made outcry unto thee, O Yahweh, —I have said, Thou, art my refuge, my portion, in the land of the living.

I karanga ahau ki a koe, e Ihowa: i mea, Ko koe toku piringa, toku wahi i te whenua o te hunga ora.

6 Attend thou unto my loud cry, for I am brought very low, —Rescue me from my pursuers, for they are stronger than I.

Tahuri mai ki taku karanga: kua whakaititia rawatia hoki ahau: whakaorangia ahau i oku kaitukino: he kaha rawa hoki ratou i ahau.

7 O bring forth, out of prison, my soul, That I may give thanks unto thy Name, —About me, let the righteous gather round, for thou wilt deal bountifully with me.

Whakaputaina toku wairua i te herehere, kia whakamoemiti ai ahau ki tou ingoa: ka karapotia ahau e te hunga tika; nou ka atawhai nei i ahau.