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Mmoa mpaebɔ

142 Misu frɛ Awurade sɛ ɔmmoa me; mesrɛ no. Meka me nsɛm nyinaa kyerɛ no; meka me haw nyinaa kyerɛ no. Sɛ mereyɛ apa abaw a, onim nea ɛsɛ sɛ meyɛ. Ɔkwan a menam so no m’atamfo asum me firi wɔ so. Sɛ mehwɛ me ho a, minhu ɔboafo biara; ɔbanbɔfo nso nni hɔ. Obiara nso nhwɛ me. Awurade, misu frɛ wo sɛ boa me; wo Awurade, wone me hwɛfo. Wone nea ne ho hia me wɔ m’asetena nyinaa mu.

Tie me sufrɛ na boa me efisɛ, m’aba mu abu. Gye me fi m’atamfo nsam efisɛ, wɔyɛ den ma me dodo. Yi m’awerɛhow fi me so na esiane papa a woayɛ me nti, mɛkamfo wo wɔ wo nkurɔfo gua a wɔabɔ mu.

Psalm 142[a]

A maskil[b] of David. When he was in the cave.(A) A prayer.

I cry aloud(B) to the Lord;
    I lift up my voice to the Lord for mercy.(C)
I pour out before him my complaint;(D)
    before him I tell my trouble.(E)

When my spirit grows faint(F) within me,
    it is you who watch over my way.
In the path where I walk
    people have hidden a snare for me.
Look and see, there is no one at my right hand;
    no one is concerned for me.
I have no refuge;(G)
    no one cares(H) for my life.

I cry to you, Lord;
    I say, “You are my refuge,(I)
    my portion(J) in the land of the living.”(K)

Listen to my cry,(L)
    for I am in desperate need;(M)
rescue me(N) from those who pursue me,
    for they are too strong(O) for me.
Set me free from my prison,(P)
    that I may praise your name.(Q)
Then the righteous will gather about me
    because of your goodness to me.(R)

Footnotes

  1. Psalm 142:1 In Hebrew texts 142:1-7 is numbered 142:2-8.
  2. Psalm 142:1 Title: Probably a literary or musical term

142 I cried unto the Lord with my voice; with my voice unto the Lord did I make my supplication.

I poured out my complaint before him; I shewed before him my trouble.

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

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.

I cried unto thee, O Lord: I said, Thou art my refuge and my portion in the land of the living.

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

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