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:
Ry Iehovà, Andrianañaharem- pandrombahañe ahiko, itoreovako handro an-kaleñe añatrefa’o,
2 Let my prayer come before you; give ear to my cry:
Ehe te hiatrek’ azo ty halaliko; atokilaño mb’amy fikaihakoy ty ravembia’o;
Fa losotse ty hasosoram-piaiko, vaho manòto-kibory ty haveloko. (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:
Volilieñe amo migodoñe mb’an-davak’ ao iraho; hoe ondaty nipitso-pañimba.
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.
Mihoriñe amo vilasio iraho, manahake o vinono mitsalalampatse an-kiborio, o tsy tiahi’o kañeo, o naito am-pità’oo.
6 You have put me in the lowest deep, even in dark places.
Navotra’o ami’ty loho herakerak’ ao an-toe’e mimoromoroñe an-dalek’ ao.
7 The weight of your wrath is crushing me, all your waves have overcome me. (Selah)
Napok’ amako o fifombo’oo, naho naniloke ahy o kinera’oo. Selà
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.
Fa naveve’o lavitse ahy o rañekoo, nampirihie’o ahiko. migoboñe atoan-draho tsy mahafiakatse;
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.
Mitike amy hasotriakoy o masokoo. fa nikanjieko boak’andro, ry Iehovà; fa namelarako tañañe.
10 Will you do works of wonder for the dead? will the shades come back to give you praise? (Selah)
Hanoa’o raha tsitantane hao o loloo? Hitroatse hañandriañ’ Azo hao o angatseo? Selà
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?
Ho talilieñe an-donak’ ao hao ty fiferenaiña’o? an-tsikeokeok’ ao hao ty figahiña’o?
12 May there be knowledge of your wonders in the dark? or of your righteousness where memory is dead?
Hampahafohineñe am-pimoromoroñañe ao hao o halatsà’oo, naho an-tanem-pandikofañe ao hao ty havañona’o?
13 But to you did I send up my cry, O Lord; in the morning my prayer came before you.
Aa naho izaho, ihe ry Iehovà ty itoreovako; mifanalaka ama’o boak’andro o halalikoo.
14 Lord, why have you sent away my soul? why is your face covered from me?
Ry Iehovà akore te farie’o ty fiaiko? Ino ty añetaha’o laharañ’ amako?
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.
Nalovilovy ho nikenkan-draho ampara’ ty nahajalahy ahiko, fa nivavèko ty hetraketra’o, vaho voretra.
16 The heat of your wrath has gone over me; I am broken by your cruel punishments.
Fa nandipotse ahy ty fifombo’o miforoforo; vaho fa nañito ahy ty firevendreveñañe ama’o.
17 They are round me all the day like water; they have made a circle about me.
Niropak’ amako lomoñandro hoe rano, le nanaron-kohok’ ahy.
18 You have sent my friends and lovers far from me; I am gone from the memory of those who are dear to me.
Toe nampihankàñe’o amako ty mpikoko naho rañetse; atehenako ty hamoromoroñañe.
