Salmenes 142

1 Ein salme til lærdom av David då han var i helleren, ei bøn. Med røysti mi ropar eg til Herren, med røysti bed eg inderleg til Herren.

The understanding of David. A prayer, when he was in the cave. With my voice, I cried out to the Lord. With my voice, I made supplication to the Lord.

2 Eg renner ut mi sorg for hans åsyn, for hans åsyn segjer eg fram mi naud.

In his sight, I pour out my prayer, and before him, I declare my tribulation.

3 Når mi ånd vanmegtast i meg, so kjenner då du min stig; på den veg eg skal ferdast, hev dei løynt snaror for meg.

Though my spirit may become faint within me, even then, you have known my paths. Along this way, which I have been walking, they have hidden a snare for me.

4 Skoda til mi høgre sida og sjå! Det er ingen som kjennest ved meg; all livd er burte frå meg, ingen spør etter mi sjæl.

I considered toward the right, and I looked, but there was no one who would know me. Flight has perished before me, and there is no one who has concern for my soul.

5 Eg ropar til deg, Herre! Eg segjer: «Du er mi livd, min lut i landet åt dei livande.»

I cried out to you, O Lord. I said: You are my hope, my portion in the land of the living.

6 Agta på mitt klagerop, for eg er ovleg arm! Fria meg frå mine forfylgjarar, for dei er meg for sterke.

Attend to my supplication. For I have been humbled exceedingly. Free me from my persecutors, for they have been fortified against me.

7 Før mi sjæl or fengslet, so eg kann lova ditt namn! Kring meg skal dei rettferdige samla seg, når du gjer vel imot meg.

Lead my soul out of confinement in order to confess your name. The just are waiting for me, until you repay me.