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.
Ry Iehovà, Andrianañaharem- pandrombahañe ahiko, itoreovako handro an-kaleñe añatrefa’o,
2 Let my prayer enter in your sight. Incline your ear to my petition.
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 considered to be among those who will descend into the pit. I have become like a man without assistance,
Volilieñe amo migodoñe mb’an-davak’ ao iraho; hoe ondaty nipitso-pañimba.
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.
Mihoriñe amo vilasio iraho, manahake o vinono mitsalalampatse an-kiborio, o tsy tiahi’o kañeo, o naito am-pità’oo.
6 They have lain me in the lower pit: in dark places and in the shadow of death.
Navotra’o ami’ty loho herakerak’ ao an-toe’e mimoromoroñe an-dalek’ ao.
7 Your fury has been confirmed over me. And you have brought all your waves upon me.
Napok’ amako o fifombo’oo, naho naniloke ahy o kinera’oo. Selà
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.
Fa naveve’o lavitse ahy o rañekoo, nampirihie’o ahiko. migoboñe atoan-draho tsy mahafiakatse;
9 My eyes languished before destitution. All day long, I cried out to you, O Lord. I stretched out my hands to you.
Mitike amy hasotriakoy o masokoo. fa nikanjieko boak’andro, ry Iehovà; fa namelarako tañañe.
10 Will you perform wonders for the dead? Or will physicians raise to life, and so confess to you?
Hanoa’o raha tsitantane hao o loloo? Hitroatse hañandriañ’ Azo hao o angatseo? Selà
11 Could anyone declare your mercy in the sepulcher, or your truth from within perdition?
Ho talilieñe an-donak’ ao hao ty fiferenaiña’o? an-tsikeokeok’ ao hao ty figahiña’o?
12 Will your wonders be known in the darkness, or your justice in the land of oblivion?
Hampahafohineñe am-pimoromoroñañe ao hao o halatsà’oo, naho an-tanem-pandikofañe ao hao ty havañona’o?
13 And I have cried out to you, O Lord, and in early morning, my prayer will come before you.
Aa naho izaho, ihe ry Iehovà ty itoreovako; mifanalaka ama’o boak’andro o halalikoo.
14 Lord, why do you reject my prayer? Why do you turn your face away from me?
Ry Iehovà akore te farie’o ty fiaiko? Ino ty añetaha’o laharañ’ amako?
15 I am poor, and I have been amid hardships from my youth. And, though I have been exalted, I am humbled and disturbed.
Nalovilovy ho nikenkan-draho ampara’ ty nahajalahy ahiko, fa nivavèko ty hetraketra’o, vaho voretra.
16 Your wrath has crossed into me, and your terrors have disturbed me.
Fa nandipotse ahy ty fifombo’o miforoforo; vaho fa nañito ahy ty firevendreveñañe ama’o.
17 They have surrounded me like water, all day long. They have surrounded me, all at once.
Niropak’ amako lomoñandro hoe rano, le nanaron-kohok’ ahy.
18 Friend and neighbor, and my acquaintances, you have sent far away from me, away from misery.
Toe nampihankàñe’o amako ty mpikoko naho rañetse; atehenako ty hamoromoroñañe.
