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.
Esrahini Heman ɔhaw ne amanehunu dwom. Ao Awurade, me nkwagyeɛ Onyankopɔn mesu wɔ wʼanim adekyeeɛ ne adesaeɛ.
2 May my prayer come before You; incline Your ear to my cry.
Ma me mpaeɛbɔ nnuru wʼanim; brɛ wʼaso ase tie me sufrɛ.
Ɔhaw ahyɛ me kra ma na me nkwa rebɛn owuo. (Sheol h7585)
4 I am counted among those descending to the Pit. I am like a man without strength.
Wɔkan me fra wɔn a wɔrekɔ damena mu; mete sɛ obi a ɔnni ahoɔden.
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.
Wɔayi me asi nkyɛn wɔ awufoɔ mu, te sɛ atɔfoɔ a wɔdeda ɛda mu, wɔn a wonkae wɔn bio, na wonhwɛ wɔn bio.
6 You have laid me in the lowest Pit, in the darkest of the depths.
Woato me atwene damena ase tɔnn, wɔ esum kabii mu.
7 Your wrath weighs heavily upon me; all Your waves have submerged me.
Wʼabofuhyeɛ ayɛ duru wɔ me so; woama wʼasorɔkye nyinaa abu afa me so.
8 You have removed my friends from me; You have made me repulsive to them; I am confined and cannot escape.
Woafa me nnamfonom a wɔbɛn me afiri me nkyɛn woama me ho ayɛ wɔn ahi. Woaka me ahyɛ mu na mentumi nnwane;
9 My eyes grow dim with grief. I call to You daily, O LORD; I spread out my hands to You.
awerɛhoɔ ama mʼani so ayɛ kusuu. Ao Awurade mesu frɛ wo da biara; metrɛ me nsam kyerɛ wo.
10 Do You work wonders for the dead? Do departed spirits rise up to praise You?
Woyɛ anwanwadeɛ kyerɛ awufoɔ anaa? Wɔn a wɔawuwu no sɔre kamfo wo anaa?
11 Can Your loving devotion be proclaimed in the grave, Your faithfulness in Abaddon?
Wɔka wʼadɔeɛ ho asɛm wɔ ɛda mu anaa, anaasɛ wo nokorɛ ho asɛm wɔ ɔsɛeɛ kurom?
12 Will Your wonders be known in the darkness, or Your righteousness in the land of oblivion?
Wɔhunu wʼanwanwadeɛ wɔ beaeɛ a ɛhɔ aduru sum, anaa wo tenenee nnwuma wɔ awerɛfirie asase so?
13 But to You, O LORD, I cry for help; in the morning my prayer comes before You.
Nanso Ao Awurade, mesu frɛ wo sɛ boa me; me mpaeɛbɔ duru wʼanim adekyeeɛ mu
14 Why, O LORD, do You reject me? Why do You hide Your face from me?
Ao Awurade, adɛn nti na wopo me na wode wʼanim hinta me?
15 From my youth I was afflicted and near death. I have borne Your terrors; I am in despair.
Mahunu amane firi me mmɔfraase na mabɛn owuo; wʼahunahuna ama mabrɛ na mapa aba.
16 Your wrath has swept over me; Your terrors have destroyed me.
Wʼabofuhyeɛ abu afa me so; wʼahunahuna asɛe me.
17 All day long they engulf me like water; they enclose me on every side.
Daa nyinaa wɔtwa me ho hyia sɛ nsuyire, na wɔabu afa me so koraa.
18 You have removed my beloved and my friend; darkness is my closest companion.
Woafa mʼayɔnkofoɔ ne mʼadɔfoɔ afiri me nkyɛn kɔ; na esum ayɛ mʼadamfo brɛboɔ.
