Nkwa Asem

Nnwom 142

Mmoa mpaebɔ

1Misu 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.

New International Reader's Version

Psalm 142

Psalm 142

A prayer of David when he was in the cave. A maskil.

I call out to the Lord.
    I pray to him for mercy.
I pour out my problem to him.
    I tell him about my trouble.

When I grow weak,
    you are watching over my life.
In the path where I walk,
    people have hidden a trap to catch me.
Look and see that no one is on my right side to help me.
    No one is concerned about me.
I have no place of safety.
    No one cares whether I live or die.

Lord, I cry out to you.
    I say, “You are my place of safety.
    You are everything I need in this life.”
Listen to my cry.
    I am in great need.
Save me from those who are chasing me.
    They are too strong for me.
My troubles are like a prison.
    Set me free so I can praise your name.

Then those who do what is right will gather around me
    because you have been good to me.