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:

Masikiri raDhavhidhi. Paakanga ari mubako. Munyengetero. Ndinodanidzira nenzwi guru kuna Jehovha; ndinosimudzira inzwi rangu kuna Jehovha, kuti andinzwire nyasha.

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

Ndinodurura kugununʼuna kwangu pamberi pake; ndinotaura nhamo dzangu pamberi pake.

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.

Mweya wangu paunoziya mandiri, imi ndimi munoziva nzira yangu. Munzira mandinofamba, vanhu vakandivanzira misungo.

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.

Tarirai kurudyi rwangu mugoona; hakuna ane hanya neni. Handina utiziro; hakuna ane hanya noupenyu hwangu.

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

Ndinochema kwamuri, imi Jehovha; ndinoti, “Ndimi utiziro hwangu, nomugove wangu munyika yavapenyu.”

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

Teererai kuchema kwangu, nokuti ndiri pakushayiwa kukuru; ndinunurei kuna avo vanondidzinganisa, nokuti vanondikurira simba.

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.

Ndibudisei mutorongo, kuti ndirumbidze zita renyu. Ipapo vakarurama vachandipoteredza nokuda kwokunaka kwenyu kwandiri.