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.
Dura Buʼaa Faarfattootaatiif. Faarfannaa Ilmaan Qooraahi kan maahilaati liinootiin Faarfatame. Maskiilii Heemaan Izraahichaa. Yaa Waaqayyo, Waaqa na fayyiftu, ani halkanii fi guyyaa fuula kee duratti nan iyyadha.
2 Let my prayer enter in your sight. Incline your ear to my petition.
Kadhannaan koo fuula kee duratti haa dhiʼaatu; atis gurra kee gara iyyannaa kootiitti qabi.
Lubbuun koo rakkinaan guutamteertii; jireenyi koos awwaalatti dhiʼaateera. (Sheol h7585)
4 I am considered to be among those who will descend into the pit. I have become like a man without assistance,
Ani warra boolla keessa buʼanitti nan lakkaaʼame; akka nama humna hin qabnees nan taʼe.
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.
Ani akka nama gorraʼamee awwaala keessa ciisuutti, akka nama ati deebitee hin yaadanneetti, akka warra eegumsa kee jalaa baʼaniitti, warra duʼan wajjin gatameera.
6 They have lain me in the lower pit: in dark places and in the shadow of death.
Ati boolla gad fagoo keessa, dukkana hamaa keessas na buufteerta.
7 Your fury has been confirmed over me. And you have brought all your waves upon me.
Dheekkamsi kee ulfaatee narra ciiseera; dambalii kee hundas narra garagalchiteerta.
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.
Michoota koo narraa fageessiteerta; isaan biratti jibbamaa na gooteerta; akka ani jalaa hin baanettis balballi natti cufameera.
9 My eyes languished before destitution. All day long, I cried out to you, O Lord. I stretched out my hands to you.
Iji koo gaddaan dadhabeera. Yaa Waaqayyo, ani guyyuma guyyaan sin waammadha; harka koo illee gara keetti nan balʼifadha.
10 Will you perform wonders for the dead? Or will physicians raise to life, and so confess to you?
Ati dinqii kee warra duʼanitti ni argisiiftaa? Warri duʼanis kaʼanii si galateeffatuu?
11 Could anyone declare your mercy in the sepulcher, or your truth from within perdition?
Jaalalli kee awwaala keessatti, amanamummaan kee immoo Qilee keessatti ni labsamaa?
12 Will your wonders be known in the darkness, or your justice in the land of oblivion?
Dinqiiwwan kee dukkana keessatti, yookaan qajeelummaan kee biyya irraanfannaa keessatti ni beekamaa?
13 And I have cried out to you, O Lord, and in early morning, my prayer will come before you.
Yaa Waaqayyo, ani garuu akka ati na gargaartuuf gara keetti nan iyyadha; ganamaanis kadhannaan koo fuula kee duratti ni dhiʼaata.
14 Lord, why do you reject my prayer? Why do you turn your face away from me?
Yaa Waaqayyo, ati maaliif na gatta? Fuula kees maaliif na duraa dhokfatta?
15 I am poor, and I have been amid hardships from my youth. And, though I have been exalted, I am humbled and disturbed.
Ani ijoollummaa kootii jalqabee rakkadhee duʼuu gaʼeen ture; naasisuun kee na dhiphiseera; abdiis kutadheera.
16 Your wrath has crossed into me, and your terrors have disturbed me.
Dheekkamsi kee narra yaaʼe; naasisuun kees na balleesseera.
17 They have surrounded me like water, all day long. They have surrounded me, all at once.
Isaan guyyaa guutuu akkuma lolaa bishaanii na marsu; guutumaan guutuuttis na liqimsaniiru.
18 Friend and neighbor, and my acquaintances, you have sent far away from me, away from misery.
Michoota koo fi warra na jaallatan narraa fudhatteerta; dukkana qofatu michuu naa taʼe.
