Psalms · Chapter 142
Peshitta OT
7 verses
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ܒܩܠܝ ܠܡܪܝܐ ܩܪܝܬ ܒܩܠܝ ܠܡܪܝܐ ܐܬܟܫܦܬ
'thkshpth lmry' bqly qryth lmry' bqly
I pour out my complaint before him. I tell him my troubles.
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ܘܐܪܡܝܬ ܩܕܡܘܗܝ ܬܟܫܦܬܝ ܘܐܘܠܨܢܝ ܩܕܡܘܗܝ ܚܘܝܬ
khwyth qdmwhy w'wltsny thkshpthy qdmwhy w'rmyth
When my spirit was overwhelmed within me, you knew my route. On the path in which I walk, they have hidden a snare for me.
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ܟܕ ܐܬܛܪܦܬ ܪܘܚܝ ܐܢܬ ܝܕܥ ܐܢܬ ܫܒܝ̈ܠܝ ܒܐܘܪܚܐ ܕܗ̈ܠܟܬܝ ܛܡܪܘ ܠܝ ܦܚ̈ܐ
pkh' ly Tmrw dhlkthy b'wrkh' shbyly 'nth yde 'nth rwkhy 'thTrpth kd
Look on my right, and see; for there is no one who is concerned for me. Refuge has fled from me. No one cares for my soul.
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ܚܪܬ ܠܝܡܝܢܐ ܘܚܙܝܬ ܘܠܝܬ ܕܚܟܡ ܠܝ ܐܒܕ ܡܢܝ ܒܝܬ ܡܥܪܩܐ ܘܠܝܬ ܬܒܘܥܐ ܠܢܦܫܝ
lnpshy thbwe' wlyth merq' byth mny 'bd ly dkhkm wlyth wkhzyth lymyn' khrth
I cried to you, Yahweh. I said, “You are my refuge, my portion in the land of the living.”
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ܘܓܥܝܬ ܠܘܬܟ ܡܪܝܐ ܘܐܡܪܬ ܕܐܢܬ ܗܘ ܣܒܪܝ ܘܡܢܬܝ ܒܐܪܥܐ ܕܚ̈ܝܐ
dkhy' b're' wmnthy sbry hw d'nth w'mrth mry' lwthk wgeyth
Listen to my cry, for I am in desperate need. Deliver me from my persecutors, for they are too strong for me.
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ܨܘܬ ܠܒܥܘܬܝ ܡܛܠ ܕܐܬܡܟܟܬ ܛܒ ܦܨܢܝ ܡܢ ܪ̈ܕܘܦܝ ܡܛܠ ܕܥܫܢܘ ܡܢܝ
mny deshnw mTl rdwpy mn ptsny Tb d'thmkkth mTl lbewthy tswth
Bring my soul out of prison, that I may give thanks to your name. The righteous will surround me, for you will be good to me.