Faarfannaa 142

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

Maschil. Of David. A prayer when he was in the hole of the rock. The sound of my cry went up to the Lord; with my voice I made my prayer for grace to the Lord.

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

I put all my sorrows before him; and made clear to him all my trouble.

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

When my spirit is overcome, your eyes are on my goings; nets have been secretly placed in the way in which I go.

4 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.

Looking to my right side, I saw no man who was my friend: I had no safe place; no one had any care for my soul.

5 Yaa Waaqayyo, sitti nan iyyadha; “Ati iddoo ani itti kooluu galuu dha; biyya warra jiraatoo keessattis ati qooda koo ti” nan jedha.

I have made my cry to you, O Lord; I have said, You are my safe place, and my heritage in the land of the living.

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

Give ear to my cry, for I am made very low: take me out of the hands of my haters, for they are stronger than I.

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

Take my soul out of prison, so that I may give praise to your name: the upright will give praise because of me; for you have given me a full reward.