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:
Ya Mukulu wa Bayimbi. Zabbuli ya Batabani ba Koola. Ayi Mukama Katonda, Omulokozi wange, nkaaba emisana n’ekiro mu maaso go.
2 Let my prayer come before you; give ear to my cry:
Kkiriza okusaba kwange kutuuke gy’oli; otege okutu kwo nga nkukoowoola.
Kubanga emmeeme yange ejjudde ebizibu, era nsemberedde okufa. (Sheol h7585)
4 I am numbered among those who go down into the earth; I have become like a man for whom there is no help:
Mbalirwa mu abo abaserengeta emagombe; nfaanana ng’omuntu atalina maanyi.
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.
Bandese wano ng’afudde, nga ndi ng’abo be basse abalinda obulinzi entaana, nga tokyaddayo kubajjukira, era nga tewakyali kya kubakolera.
6 You have put me in the lowest deep, even in dark places.
Ontadde mu kinnya ekisinga obuwanvu, era eky’ekizikiza ekikutte ennyo.
7 The weight of your wrath is crushing me, all your waves have overcome me. (Selah)
Obusungu bwo bumbuubuukiddeko nnyo, ng’ennyanja esiikuuse n’amayengo gaayo ne gankuba okusukkirira.
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.
Ab’emikwano abasingira ddala okunjagala obammazeeko, n’onfuula ekyenyinyalwa gye bali. Nsibiddwa, so sisobola kwesumattula.
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.
Amaaso gange gayimbadde olw’ennaku. Nkukoowoola buli lunaku, Ayi Mukama, ne ngolola emikono gyange gy’oli nga nkwegayirira.
10 Will you do works of wonder for the dead? will the shades come back to give you praise? (Selah)
Ebyamagero byo onoobikoleranga bafu? Abafudde banaagolokokanga ne bakutendereza?
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?
Okwagala kwo onookulaganga abali emagombe n’obwesigwa bwo abo abali mu kifo eky’okuzikirira?
12 May there be knowledge of your wonders in the dark? or of your righteousness where memory is dead?
Ebyamagero byo binaamanyibwanga mu kifo ekyo eky’ekizikiza? Oba ebikolwa byo eby’obutuukirivu bwo bye binaamanyibwanga mu nsi eyamala edda okwerabirwa?
13 But to you did I send up my cry, O Lord; in the morning my prayer came before you.
Naye nze, Ayi Mukama, naakabiriranga ggwe okunnyamba; buli nkya okusaba kwange kunaatuukanga gy’oli.
14 Lord, why have you sent away my soul? why is your face covered from me?
Ayi Mukama, onsuulidde ki? Onkwekedde ki amaaso go?
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.
Ombonyaabonyezza okuviira ddala mu buvubuka bwange, era nga mbeera kumpi n’okufa; ngumiikirizza nnyo entiisa yo, era kaakano mpweddemu essuubi.
16 The heat of your wrath has gone over me; I am broken by your cruel punishments.
Obusungu bwo obubuubuuka bunzigwereddeko era bunzikkiriza. Entiisa yo tendeseemu ka buntu.
17 They are round me all the day like water; they have made a circle about me.
Binzingiza nga mukoka olunaku lwonna; binsaanikiridde ddala.
18 You have sent my friends and lovers far from me; I am gone from the memory of those who are dear to me.
Ommazeeko ab’emikwano n’abo abanjagala ennyo; nsigazza nzikiza yokka.
