1 I cry out to the Lord with my voice; With my voice to the Lord I make my supplication.

Anigu codkaygaan Rabbiga ugu qayshadaa, Oo codkaygaan Rabbiga ku baryaa.

2 I pour out my complaint before Him; I declare before Him my trouble.

Oo hortiisaan ku cawdaa, Oo dhibaatadaydana hortiisaan ku muujiyaa.

3 W hen my spirit was overwhelmed within me, Then You knew my path. In the way in which I walk They have secretly set a snare for me.

Markii naftaydu gudahayga ku itaal darnaatay, waddadayda waad tiqiin, Jidka aan ku socdona dabin bay iigu qariyeen.

4 L ook on my right hand and see, For there is no one who acknowledges me; Refuge has failed me; No one cares for my soul.

Bal fiiri xaggayga midig, oo bal arag, Waayo, nin i yaqaan ma jiro, Meel aan magangalo ayaan waayay, ninna naftayda dan kama leh.

5 I cried out to You, O Lord: I said, “You are my refuge, My portion in the land of the living.

Rabbiyow, adigaan kuu qayshaday, Oo waxaan idhi, Waxaad tahay magangalkayga, Iyo qaybta aan dalka kuwa nool ku leeyahay.

6 A ttend to my cry, For I am brought very low; Deliver me from my persecutors, For they are stronger than I.

Qayladayda dhegayso, waayo, aad baa hoos laygu dejiyey, Kuwa i silciya iga samatabbixi, waayo, iyagu way iga xoog badan yihiin.

7 B ring my soul out of prison, That I may praise Your name; The righteous shall surround me, For You shall deal bountifully with me.”

Naftayda xabsiga ka soo bixi, si aan magacaaga ugu mahadnaqo, Kuwa xaqa ah ayaa igu hareeraysnaan doona, Waayo, wax badan oo wanaagsan baad ii samayn doontaa.