Psalms 142

1 Maschil of David; a prayer when he was in the cave. I cried to the LORD with my voice; with my voice to the LORD I made my supplication.

Anigu codkaygaan Rabbiga ugu qayshadaa, Oo codkaygaan Rabbiga ku baryaa.

2 I poured out my complaint before him; I showed before him my trouble.

Oo hortiisaan ku cawdaa, Oo dhibaatadaydana hortiisaan ku muujiyaa.

3 When my spirit was overwhelmed within me, then thou knewest my path. In the way in which I walked have they privily laid a snare for me.

Markii naftaydu gudahayga ku itaal darnaatay, waddadayda waad tiqiin, Jidka aan ku socdona dabin bay iigu qariyeen.

4 I looked on [my] right hand, and beheld, but [there was] no man that would know me: refuge failed me; no man cared for my soul.

Bal fiiri xaggayga midig, oo bal arag, Waayo, nin i yaqaan ma jiro, Meel aan magangalo ayaan waayay, ninna naftayda dan kama leh.

5 I cried to thee, O LORD: I said, Thou [art] my refuge [and] my portion in the land of the living.

Rabbiyow, adigaan kuu qayshaday, Oo waxaan idhi, Waxaad tahay magangalkayga, Iyo qaybta aan dalka kuwa nool ku leeyahay.

6 Attend to my cry; for I am brought very low: deliver me from my persecutors; for they are stronger than I.

Qayladayda dhegayso, waayo, aad baa hoos laygu dejiyey, Kuwa i silciya iga samatabbixi, waayo, iyagu way iga xoog badan yihiin.

7 Bring my soul out of prison, that I may praise thy name: the righteous shall encompass me; for thou wilt deal bountifully with me.

Naftayda xabsiga ka soo bixi, si aan magacaaga ugu mahadnaqo, Kuwa xaqa ah ayaa igu hareeraysnaan doona, Waayo, wax badan oo wanaagsan baad ii samayn doontaa.