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:

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

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

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

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.

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

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.

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 I have made outcry unto thee, O Yahweh, —I have said, Thou, art my refuge, my portion, 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 thou unto my loud cry, for I am brought very low, —Rescue me from my pursuers, for they are stronger than I.

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

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.

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