< Psalms 88 >
1 A song of a Psalm for the sons of Core for the end, upon Maeleth for responsive [strains], of instruction for Aeman the Israelite. O Lord God of my salvation, I have cried by day and in the night before you.
Rabbiyow, Ilaaha badbaadadaydow, Habeen iyo maalinba hortaadaan ka qayliyey,
2 Let my prayer come in before you; incline your ear to my supplication, O Lord.
Baryootankaygu hortaada ha yimaado, Oo qayladayda dhegta u dhig,
3 For my soul is filled with troubles, and my life has drawn near to Hades. (Sheol )
Waayo, naftayda waxaa ka buuxa dhibaatooyin, Oo noloshayduna waxay ku dhowaanaysaa She'ool. (Sheol )
4 I have been reckoned with them that go down to the pit; I became as a man without help;
Waxaa laygu tiiriyey kuwa hoos ugu dhaadhaca yamayska, Oo waxaan ahay sida nin aan xoog lahayn,
5 free amongst the dead, as the slain ones cast out, who sleep in the tomb; whom you remember no more; and they are rejected from your hand.
Oo meydadka lagu dhex tuuray, Sida kuwa la laayay oo xabaalaha yaal, Oo aanad mar dambe soo xusuusnayn, Kuwaas oo ah kuwa gacantaada ka go'ay.
6 They laid me in the lowest pit, in dark [places], and in the shadow of death.
Waxaad igu ridday yamayska ugu hooseeya, Iyo gudcurka, iyo meelaha dhaadheer.
7 Your wrath has pressed heavily upon me, and you have brought upon me all your billows. (Pause)
Cadhadaadii baa igu soo degtay, Oo waxaad igu dhibtay hirarkaagii oo dhan. (Selaah)
8 You have removed my acquaintance far from me; they have made me an abomination to themselves; I have been delivered up, and have not gone forth.
Kuwii aan iqiin waad iga fogaysay, Oo karaahiyaad iga dhigtay xaggooda. Waa lay xidhay, oo sooma aan bixi karo.
9 Mine eyes are dimmed from poverty; but I cried to you, O Lord, all the day; I spread forth my hands to you.
Indhahaygu waxay la gudheen dhibaatada daraaddeed, Rabbiyow, maalin kasta waan kuu yeedhay, Oo gacmahaygana adigaan kuu hoorsaday.
10 Will you work wonders for the dead? or shall physicians raise [them] up, that they shall praise you?
Ma yaabab baad tusaysaa meydadka? Kuwii dhintay miyey soo sara kacayaan oo ku ammaanayaan? (Selaah)
11 Shall any one declare your mercy in the tomb? and your truth in destruction?
Raxmaddaada miyaa qabriga lagu sheegayaa? Aaminnimadaadana miyaa halligaadda laga dhex sheegayaa?
12 Shall your wonders be known in darkness? and your righteousness in a forgotten land?
Yaababkaaga miyaa gudcurka lagu ogaanayaa? Xaqnimadaadana ma waxaa lagu ogaanayaa dalka illoobidda?
13 But I cried to you, O Lord; and in the morning shall my prayer prevent you.
Laakiinse Rabbiyow, adigaan kuu qayshaday, Oo baryootankayguna subaxduu hortaada imanayaa.
14 Therefore, O Lord, do you reject my prayer, [and] turn your face away from me?
Rabbiyow, bal maxaad naftayda u xooraysaa? Oo bal maxaad wejigaaga iiga qarinaysaa?
15 I am poor and in troubles from my youth; and having been exalted, I was brought low and into despair.
Waan dhibaataysnaa oo waxaan ku dhowaa inaan dhinto tan iyo yaraantaydiiba, Intaad cabsidaada igu riddayna waan caataysnaa.
16 Your wrath has passed over me; and your terrors have greatly disquieted me.
Cadhadaadii kululayd ayaa i kor martay, Oo waxaa i baabbi'iyey waxyaalihii aad igu cabsiisay.
17 They compassed me like water; all the day they beset me together.
Maalintii oo dhan waxay hareerahayga ugu wareegsanaayeen sidii biyo oo kale, Dhammaantood way i wada hareereeyeen.
18 You have put far from me [every] friend, and mine acquaintances because of [my] wretchedness.
Kii i jeclaa iyo saaxiibkayba waad iga fogaysay, Oo kuwii aan iqiinna gudcur baad iga gelisay.