Psalms 88
1 A Canticle Psalm to the sons of Korah. Unto the end. For Mahalath, to answer the understanding of Heman the Ezrahite. O Lord, God of my salvation: I have cried out, day and night, in your presence.
Korah ƒe viwo ƒe ha na hɛnɔ la. Enye nufiameha si Ezrahitɔ Heman kpa; woadzii ɖe Mahalat Leanot ƒe gbeɖiɖi nu. O! Yehowa, Mawu si ɖem, mele ɣli dom le ŋkuwò me zã kple keli.
2 Let my prayer enter in your sight. Incline your ear to my petition.
Nye gbedodoɖa nede gbɔwò, ƒu to anyi ɖe nye kokoƒoƒo ŋu,
elabena nye luʋɔ yɔ fũu kple xaxawo, eye nye agbe ɖo kudo nu. (Sheol h7585)
4 I am considered to be among those who will descend into the pit. I have become like a man without assistance,
Wobum ɖe ame siwo yi aʋlime la dome; mele abe ŋutsu si si ŋusẽ mele o la ene.
5 idle among the dead. I am like the wounded sleeping in sepulchers, whom you no longer remember, and who have been repelled by your hand.
Woɖem ɖe aga da ɖe ame kukuwo dome, eye mele abe ame siwo wowu wole yɔdo me la ene, ame siwo dzi miagaɖo ŋkui o, eye woɖe wo ɖa le wò dzikpɔkpɔ te.
6 They have lain me in the lower pit: in dark places and in the shadow of death.
Ètsɔm de ʋe goglotɔ me, yi ɖe keke viviti tsiɖitsiɖi me.
7 Your fury has been confirmed over me. And you have brought all your waves upon me.
Wò dziku helĩhelĩ le dzinye vevie, eye nètsɔ wò ƒutsotsoewo tsyɔ dzinye. (Sela)
8 You have sent my acquaintances far from me. They have set me as an abomination to themselves. I was handed over, yet I did not depart.
Èxɔ xɔ̃nye veviwo le asinye, eye nètsɔm wɔ ŋunyɔnu na wo. Ètsɔm da ɖe xaxɛƒe, nyemate ŋu asi o,
9 My eyes languished before destitution. All day long, I cried out to you, O Lord. I stretched out my hands to you.
eye nuxaxa wɔe be nye ŋkuwo dzi tsyɔ. O! Yehowa, mele yɔwòm gbe sia gbe, eye meke nye abɔwo me na wò.
10 Will you perform wonders for the dead? Or will physicians raise to life, and so confess to you?
Ɖe nàte ŋu aɖe wò nukunuwo afia ame kukua? Ɖe ame siwo ku la ate ŋu atsi tsitre akafu wòa? (Sela)
11 Could anyone declare your mercy in the sepulcher, or your truth from within perdition?
Ɖe woaɖe gbeƒã wò lɔlɔ̃ le yɔdo me kple wò nuteƒewɔwɔ le tsiẽƒea?
12 Will your wonders be known in the darkness, or your justice in the land of oblivion?
Ɖe woanya nu le wò nukunuwo ŋu le viviti me, alo le wò dzɔdzɔenyenyedɔwo ŋu le anyigba manyamanya dzia?
13 And I have cried out to you, O Lord, and in early morning, my prayer will come before you.
Ke wò, o Yehowae, mele ɣli dom na be nàxɔ nam, eye le ŋdi me la, nye gbedodoɖa neva gbɔwò.
14 Lord, why do you reject my prayer? Why do you turn your face away from me?
O! Yehowa, nu ka ta nègbem, eye nèɣla wò mo ɖem ɖo?
15 I am poor, and I have been amid hardships from my youth. And, though I have been exalted, I am humbled and disturbed.
Tso nye ɖekakpuime ke, mekpe hiã, eye meɖo kudo nu, mekpe fu le wò ŋɔdzidodowo ta, eye dzi ɖe le ƒonye.
16 Your wrath has crossed into me, and your terrors have disturbed me.
Wò dziku helĩhelĩ tsyɔ dzinye, eye wò ŋɔdzi gblẽ donyeme.
17 They have surrounded me like water, all day long. They have surrounded me, all at once.
Woƒo xlãm ŋkeke blibo la abe tsiɖɔɖɔ ene, eye wonye tsyɔ dzinye.
18 Friend and neighbor, and my acquaintances, you have sent far away from me, away from misery.
Èɖe nye zɔhɛwo kple xɔ̃nyewo ɖa le ŋunye, eye vivitie nye xɔ̃nye si tsɔ ɖe gbɔnye.
