Psalms 88
1 A Song. A Psalm by the sons of Korah. For the Chief Musician. To the tune of “The Suffering of Affliction.” A contemplation by Heman, the Ezrahite. LORD, the God of my salvation, I have cried day and night before you.
| تَسْبِيحَةٌ. مَزْمُورٌ لِبَنِي قُورَحَ. لِإِمَامِ ٱلْمُغَنِّينَ عَلَى «ٱلْعُودِ» لِلْغِنَاءِ. قَصِيدَةٌ لِهَيْمَانَ ٱلْأَزْرَاحِيِّ يَارَبُّ إِلَهَ خَلَاصِي، بِٱلنَّهَارِ وَٱللَّيْلِ صَرَخْتُ أَمَامَكَ، | ١ |
2 Let my prayer enter into your presence. Turn your ear to my cry.
| فَلْتَأْتِ قُدَّامَكَ صَلَاتِي. أَمِلْ أُذُنَكَ إِلَى صُرَاخِي، | ٢ |
| لِأَنَّهُ قَدْ شَبِعَتْ مِنَ ٱلْمَصَائِبِ نَفْسِي، وَحَيَاتِي إِلَى ٱلْهَاوِيَةِ دَنَتْ. (Sheol h7585) | ٣ |
4 I am counted among those who go down into the pit. I am like a man who has no help,
| حُسِبْتُ مِثْلَ ٱلْمُنْحَدِرِينَ إِلَى ٱلْجُبِّ. صِرْتُ كَرَجُلٍ لَا قُوَّةَ لَهُ. | ٤ |
5 set apart among the dead, like the slain who lie in the grave, whom you remember no more. They are cut off from your hand.
| بَيْنَ ٱلْأَمْوَاتِ فِرَاشِي مِثْلُ ٱلْقَتْلَى ٱلْمُضْطَجِعِينَ فِي ٱلْقَبْرِ، ٱلَّذِينَ لَا تَذْكُرُهُمْ بَعْدُ، وَهُمْ مِنْ يَدِكَ ٱنْقَطَعُوا. | ٥ |
6 You have laid me in the lowest pit, in the darkest depths.
| وَضَعْتَنِي فِي ٱلْجُبِّ ٱلْأَسْفَلِ، فِي ظُلُمَاتٍ، فِي أَعْمَاقٍ. | ٦ |
7 Your wrath lies heavily on me. You have afflicted me with all your waves. (Selah)
| عَلَيَّ ٱسْتَقَرَّ غَضَبُكَ، وَبِكُلِّ تَيَّارَاتِكَ ذَلَّلْتَنِي. سِلَاهْ. | ٧ |
8 You have taken my friends from me. You have made me an abomination to them. I am confined, and I cannot escape.
| أَبْعَدْتَ عَنِّي مَعَارِفِي. جَعَلْتَنِي رِجْسًا لَهُمْ. أُغْلِقَ عَلَيَّ فَمَا أَخْرُجُ. | ٨ |
9 My eyes are dim from grief. I have called on you daily, LORD. I have spread out my hands to you.
| عَيْنِي ذَابَتْ مِنَ ٱلذُّلِّ. دَعَوْتُكَ يَارَبُّ كُلَّ يَوْمٍ. بَسَطْتُ إِلَيْكَ يَدَيَّ. | ٩ |
10 Do you show wonders to the dead? Do the departed spirits rise up and praise you? (Selah)
| أَفَلَعَلَّكَ لِلْأَمْوَاتِ تَصْنَعُ عَجَائِبَ؟ أَمِ ٱلْأَخِيلَةُ تَقُومُ تُمَجِّدُكَ؟ سِلَاهْ. | ١٠ |
11 Is your loving kindness declared in the grave? Or your faithfulness in Destruction?
| هَلْ يُحَدَّثُ فِي ٱلْقَبْرِ بِرَحْمَتِكَ، أَوْ بِحَقِّكَ فِي ٱلْهَلَاكِ؟ | ١١ |
12 Are your wonders made known in the dark? Or your righteousness in the land of forgetfulness?
| هَلْ تُعْرَفُ فِي ٱلظُّلْمَةِ عَجَائِبُكَ، وَبِرُّكَ فِي أَرْضِ ٱلنِّسْيَانِ؟ | ١٢ |
13 But to you, LORD, I have cried. In the morning, my prayer comes before you.
| أَمَّا أَنَا فَإِلَيْكَ يَارَبُّ صَرَخْتُ، وَفِي ٱلْغَدَاةِ صَلَاتِي تَتَقَدَّمُكَ. | ١٣ |
14 LORD, why do you reject my soul? Why do you hide your face from me?
| لِمَاذَا يَارَبُّ تَرْفُضُ نَفْسِي؟ لِمَاذَا تَحْجُبُ وَجْهَكَ عَنِّي؟ | ١٤ |
15 I am afflicted and ready to die from my youth up. While I suffer your terrors, I am distracted.
| أَنَا مِسْكِينٌ وَمُسَلِّمُ ٱلرُّوحِ مُنْذُ صِبَايَ. ٱحْتَمَلْتُ أَهْوَالَكَ. تَحَيَّرْتُ. | ١٥ |
16 Your fierce wrath has gone over me. Your terrors have cut me off.
| عَلَيَّ عَبَرَ سَخَطُكَ. أَهْوَالُكَ أَهْلَكَتْنِي. | ١٦ |
17 They came around me like water all day long. They completely engulfed me.
| أَحَاطَتْ بِي كَٱلْمِيَاهِ ٱلْيَوْمَ كُلَّهُ. ٱكْتَنَفَتْنِي مَعًا. | ١٧ |
18 You have put lover and friend far from me, and my friends into darkness.
| أَبْعَدْتَ عَنِّي مُحِبًّا وَصَاحِبًا. مَعَارِفِي فِي ٱلظُّلْمَةِ. | ١٨ |
