Psalmowo 142

1 David ƒe nufiameha esi wònɔ agado me. Gbedodoɖa. Medo ɣli na Yehowa sesĩe, eye mekɔ nye gbe dzi na Yehowa be wòakpɔ nye nublanui.

A Psalme of David, to give instruction, and a prayer, when he was in the cave. I cryed vnto the Lord with my voyce: with my voyce I prayed vnto the Lord.

2 Metrɔ nye nuxaxawo kɔ ɖe eŋkume, eye metrɔ nye vevesesewo kɔ ɖe eya amea gbɔ.

I powred out my meditation before him, and declared mine affliction in his presence.

3 Ne nu ti kɔ na nye gbɔgbɔ le menye la, wò koe nya nye mɔ. Ŋutsuwo tre mɔ ɖe mɔ si metona la dzi nam.

Though my spirit was in perplexitie in me, yet thou knewest my path: in the way wherein I walked, haue they priuily layde a snare for me.

4 Trɔ ɖe nye ɖusime ne nàkpɔ; ame aɖeke metsɔ ɖeke le eme nam o. Bebeƒe aɖeke meli nam o, eye ame aɖeke metsɔ ɖeke le eme nam o.

I looked vpon my right hand, and beheld, but there was none that would knowe me: all refuge failed me, and none cared for my soule.

5 O! Yehowa, wòe mele ɣli dom na. Megblɔ be, “Wòe nye nye sitsoƒe, kple nye gome le agbagbeawo ƒe anyigba dzi.”

Then cryed I vnto thee, O Lord, and sayde, thou art mine hope, and my portion in the land of the liuing.

6 Ɖo to nye ɣlidodo, elabena meɖo xaxa me ŋutɔ. Ɖem tso ame siwo le yonyeme tim la ƒe asi me, elabena wosesẽ nam akpa.

Hearken vnto my crye, for I am brought very lowe: deliuer me from my persecuters, for they are too strong for me.

7 Ɖem tso nye gaxɔ me, be makafu wò ŋkɔ. Ekema ame dzɔdzɔewo aɖe to ɖem, le wò nyui si nèwɔ nam la ta.

Bring my soule out of prison, that I may prayse thy Name: then shall the righteous come about me, when thou art beneficiall vnto me.