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.
Esrahini Heman ɔhaw ne amanehunu dwom. Ao Awurade, me nkwagyeɛ Onyankopɔn mesu wɔ wʼanim adekyeeɛ ne adesaeɛ.
2 Let my prayer come in before you; incline your ear to my supplication, O Lord.
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 have been reckoned with them that go down to the pit; I became as a man without help;
Wɔkan me fra wɔn a wɔrekɔ damena mu; mete sɛ obi a ɔnni ahoɔden.
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.
Wɔayi me asi nkyɛn wɔ awufoɔ mu, te sɛ atɔfoɔ a wɔdeda ɛda mu, wɔn a wonkae wɔn bio, na wonhwɛ wɔn bio.
6 They laid me in the lowest pit, in dark [places], and in the shadow of death.
Woato me atwene damena ase tɔnn, wɔ esum kabii mu.
7 Your wrath has pressed heavily upon me, and you have brought upon me all your billows. (Pause)
Wʼabofuhyeɛ ayɛ duru wɔ me so; woama wʼasorɔkye nyinaa abu afa me so.
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.
Woafa me nnamfonom a wɔbɛn me afiri me nkyɛn woama me ho ayɛ wɔn ahi. Woaka me ahyɛ mu na mentumi nnwane;
9 Mine eyes are dimmed from poverty; but I cried to you, O Lord, all the day; I spread forth my hands to you.
awerɛhoɔ ama mʼani so ayɛ kusuu. Ao Awurade mesu frɛ wo da biara; metrɛ me nsam kyerɛ wo.
10 Will you work wonders for the dead? or shall physicians raise [them] up, that they shall praise you?
Woyɛ anwanwadeɛ kyerɛ awufoɔ anaa? Wɔn a wɔawuwu no sɔre kamfo wo anaa?
11 Shall any one declare your mercy in the tomb? and your truth in destruction?
Wɔka wʼadɔeɛ ho asɛm wɔ ɛda mu anaa, anaasɛ wo nokorɛ ho asɛm wɔ ɔsɛeɛ kurom?
12 Shall your wonders be known in darkness? and your righteousness in a forgotten land?
Wɔhunu wʼanwanwadeɛ wɔ beaeɛ a ɛhɔ aduru sum, anaa wo tenenee nnwuma wɔ awerɛfirie asase so?
13 But I cried to you, O Lord; and in the morning shall my prayer prevent you.
Nanso Ao Awurade, mesu frɛ wo sɛ boa me; me mpaeɛbɔ duru wʼanim adekyeeɛ mu
14 Therefore, O Lord, do you reject my prayer, [and] turn your face away from me?
Ao Awurade, adɛn nti na wopo me na wode wʼanim hinta me?
15 I am poor and in troubles from my youth; and having been exalted, I was brought low and into despair.
Mahunu amane firi me mmɔfraase na mabɛn owuo; wʼahunahuna ama mabrɛ na mapa aba.
16 Your wrath has passed over me; and your terrors have greatly disquieted me.
Wʼabofuhyeɛ abu afa me so; wʼahunahuna asɛe me.
17 They compassed me like water; all the day they beset me together.
Daa nyinaa wɔtwa me ho hyia sɛ nsuyire, na wɔabu afa me so koraa.
18 You have put far from me [every] friend, and mine acquaintances because of [my] wretchedness.
Woafa mʼayɔnkofoɔ ne mʼadɔfoɔ afiri me nkyɛn kɔ; na esum ayɛ mʼadamfo brɛboɔ.
