< Psalms 88 >
1 A Song. A Psalm. Of the sons of Korah. To the chief music-maker; put to Mahalath Leannoth. Maschil. Of Heman the Ezrahite. O Lord, God of my salvation, I have been crying to you for help by day and by night:
Thaburi ya Ariũ a Kora Wee Jehova, o Wee Ngai ũrĩa ũũhonokagia, ngũkayagĩra mũthenya na ũtukũ ndĩ mbere yaku.
2 Let my prayer come before you; give ear to my cry:
Ihooya rĩakwa rĩrokinya harĩwe; inamĩrĩria gũtũ gwaku ũigue gũkaya gwakwa.
3 For my soul is full of evils, and my life has come near to the underworld. (Sheol )
Nĩgũkorwo muoyo wakwa ũiyũrĩtwo nĩ thĩĩna, na niĩ ngirie gũkua. (Sheol )
4 I am numbered among those who go down into the earth; I have become like a man for whom there is no help:
Niĩ ndaranĩirio na arĩa makiriĩ gũkua; haana ta mũndũ ũtarĩ na hinya.
5 My soul is among the dead, like those in the underworld, to whom you give no more thought; for they are cut off from your care.
Niĩ njiganĩirio na arĩa akuũ, o ta arĩa moragĩtwo magakoma mbĩrĩra, o acio ũtacookaga kũririkana, arĩa meheretio kuuma ũmenyereri-inĩ waku.
6 You have put me in the lowest deep, even in dark places.
Ũnjikĩtie irima rĩrĩa iriku mũno, o kũu kũriku kũrĩ nduma ndumanu.
7 The weight of your wrath is crushing me, all your waves have overcome me. (Selah)
Mangʼũrĩ maku nĩmanditũhĩire mũno; nĩũũhubĩkanĩtie na ndiihũ ciaku ciothe.
8 You have sent my friends far away from me; you have made me a disgusting thing in their eyes: I am shut up, and not able to come out.
Nĩũnjehereirie arata akwa arĩa twendanĩte mũno, na ũgatũma nduĩke kĩndũ kĩrĩ magigi harĩo. Ndĩĩmũhingĩrĩrie ndingĩhota kũũra;
9 My eyes are wasting away because of my trouble: Lord, my cry has gone up to you every day, my hands are stretched out to you.
maitho makwa nĩmaroora nĩ kĩeha. Wee Jehova, ngũkayagĩra o mũthenya; ngũtambũrũkagĩria moko makwa.
10 Will you do works of wonder for the dead? will the shades come back to give you praise? (Selah)
Andũ arĩa akuũ-rĩ, wee nĩũmonagia magegania maku? Acio makuĩte-rĩ, nĩmarahũkaga, magakũgooca?
11 Will the story of your mercy be given in the house of the dead? will news of your faith come to the place of destruction?
Wendo waku nĩumbũragwo mbĩrĩra-inĩ, kana wĩhokeku waku ũgakiumbũrwo Mwanangĩko-inĩ?
12 May there be knowledge of your wonders in the dark? or of your righteousness where memory is dead?
Magegania maku nĩmonagwo kũndũ kũu kwa nduma, kana ciĩko ciaku cia ũthingu ikamenyeka bũrũri-inĩ ũcio wa kĩriganĩro?
13 But to you did I send up my cry, O Lord; in the morning my prayer came before you.
No nĩngũgũkaĩra ũndeithie, Wee Jehova; rũciinĩ mahooya makwa mokaga harĩwe.
14 Lord, why have you sent away my soul? why is your face covered from me?
Wee Jehova, nĩ kĩĩ gĩtũmĩte ũndiganĩrie na ũkaahitha ũthiũ waku?
15 I have been troubled and in fear of death from the time when I was young; your wrath is hard on me, and I have no strength.
Kuuma o ũnini wakwa ndũũrĩte nyamarĩtio na ngakuhĩrĩria gĩkuũ; nĩnyamaarĩkĩte nĩ imakania ciaku, igatũma njage mwĩhoko.
16 The heat of your wrath has gone over me; I am broken by your cruel punishments.
Mangʼũrĩ maku nĩmahubĩkanĩtie, nacio imakania ciaku ikanyananga.
17 They are round me all the day like water; they have made a circle about me.
Maathiũrũrũkagĩria mũthenya wothe ta mũiyũro wa maaĩ; hingĩrĩirio nĩmo na mĩena yothe.
18 You have sent my friends and lovers far from me; I am gone from the memory of those who are dear to me.
Nĩũnjehereirie athiritũ akwa na arĩa nyendete; nduma nĩyo mũrata wakwa ũrĩa ũnguhĩrĩirie mũno.