Psalms 88
1 A song. A Psalm of the sons of Korah. For the choirmaster. According to Mahalath Leannoth. A Maskil of Heman the Ezrahite. O LORD, the God of my salvation, day and night I cry out before You.
Korah ƒe viwo ƒe ha na hɛnɔ la. Enye nufiameha si Ezrahitɔ Heman kpa; woadzii ɖe Mahalat Leanot ƒe gbeɖiɖi nu. O! Yehowa, Mawu si ɖem, mele ɣli dom le ŋkuwò me zã kple keli.
2 May my prayer come before You; incline Your ear to my cry.
Nye gbedodoɖa nede gbɔwò, ƒu to anyi ɖe nye kokoƒoƒo ŋu,
elabena nye luʋɔ yɔ fũu kple xaxawo, eye nye agbe ɖo kudo nu. (Sheol h7585)
4 I am counted among those descending to the Pit. I am like a man without strength.
Wobum ɖe ame siwo yi aʋlime la dome; mele abe ŋutsu si si ŋusẽ mele o la ene.
5 I am forsaken among the dead, like the slain who lie in the grave, whom You remember no more, who are cut off from Your care.
Woɖem ɖe aga da ɖe ame kukuwo dome, eye mele abe ame siwo wowu wole yɔdo me la ene, ame siwo dzi miagaɖo ŋkui o, eye woɖe wo ɖa le wò dzikpɔkpɔ te.
6 You have laid me in the lowest Pit, in the darkest of the depths.
Ètsɔm de ʋe goglotɔ me, yi ɖe keke viviti tsiɖitsiɖi me.
7 Your wrath weighs heavily upon me; all Your waves have submerged me.
Wò dziku helĩhelĩ le dzinye vevie, eye nètsɔ wò ƒutsotsoewo tsyɔ dzinye. (Sela)
8 You have removed my friends from me; You have made me repulsive to them; I am confined and cannot escape.
Èxɔ xɔ̃nye veviwo le asinye, eye nètsɔm wɔ ŋunyɔnu na wo. Ètsɔm da ɖe xaxɛƒe, nyemate ŋu asi o,
9 My eyes grow dim with grief. I call to You daily, O LORD; I spread out my hands to You.
eye nuxaxa wɔe be nye ŋkuwo dzi tsyɔ. O! Yehowa, mele yɔwòm gbe sia gbe, eye meke nye abɔwo me na wò.
10 Do You work wonders for the dead? Do departed spirits rise up to praise You?
Ɖe nàte ŋu aɖe wò nukunuwo afia ame kukua? Ɖe ame siwo ku la ate ŋu atsi tsitre akafu wòa? (Sela)
11 Can Your loving devotion be proclaimed in the grave, Your faithfulness in Abaddon?
Ɖe woaɖe gbeƒã wò lɔlɔ̃ le yɔdo me kple wò nuteƒewɔwɔ le tsiẽƒea?
12 Will Your wonders be known in the darkness, or Your righteousness in the land of oblivion?
Ɖe woanya nu le wò nukunuwo ŋu le viviti me, alo le wò dzɔdzɔenyenyedɔwo ŋu le anyigba manyamanya dzia?
13 But to You, O LORD, I cry for help; in the morning my prayer comes before You.
Ke wò, o Yehowae, mele ɣli dom na be nàxɔ nam, eye le ŋdi me la, nye gbedodoɖa neva gbɔwò.
14 Why, O LORD, do You reject me? Why do You hide Your face from me?
O! Yehowa, nu ka ta nègbem, eye nèɣla wò mo ɖem ɖo?
15 From my youth I was afflicted and near death. I have borne Your terrors; I am in despair.
Tso nye ɖekakpuime ke, mekpe hiã, eye meɖo kudo nu, mekpe fu le wò ŋɔdzidodowo ta, eye dzi ɖe le ƒonye.
16 Your wrath has swept over me; Your terrors have destroyed me.
Wò dziku helĩhelĩ tsyɔ dzinye, eye wò ŋɔdzi gblẽ donyeme.
17 All day long they engulf me like water; they enclose me on every side.
Woƒo xlãm ŋkeke blibo la abe tsiɖɔɖɔ ene, eye wonye tsyɔ dzinye.
18 You have removed my beloved and my friend; darkness is my closest companion.
Èɖe nye zɔhɛwo kple xɔ̃nyewo ɖa le ŋunye, eye vivitie nye xɔ̃nye si tsɔ ɖe gbɔnye.
