< Psalms 88 >

1 A song. A psalm of the descendants of Korah. For the music director. To the tune “Mahalath Leannoth.” A maskil by Heman the Ezrahite Lord, God of my salvation, I cry out to you day and night.
Kora mma dwom a wɔde ma dwomkyerɛfoɔ sɛ wɔnto no “Mahalat Leannot” sankuo so. Esrahini Heman ɔhaw ne amanehunu dwom. Ao Awurade, me nkwagyeɛ Onyankopɔn mesu wɔ wʼanim adekyeeɛ ne adesaeɛ.
2 Please listen to my prayer; hear my words as I plead with you.
Ma me mpaeɛbɔ nnuru wʼanim; brɛ wʼaso ase tie me sufrɛ.
3 My life is full of troubles, and my death is approaching. (Sheol h7585)
Ɔhaw ahyɛ me kra ma na me nkwa rebɛn owuo. (Sheol h7585)
4 I'm counted among the dying; a man with no strength.
Wɔkan me fra wɔn a wɔrekɔ damena mu; mete sɛ obi a ɔnni ahoɔden.
5 I am abandoned among the dead, lying like a corpse in the grave, forgotten and beyond your care.
Wɔayi me asi nkyɛn wɔ awufoɔ mu, te sɛ atɔfoɔ a wɔdeda ɛda mu, wɔn a wonkae wɔn bio, na wonhwɛ wɔn bio.
6 You have placed me in a deep pit, in the depths of darkness.
Woato me atwene damena ase tɔnn, wɔ esum kabii mu.
7 Your hostility crushes me; you are drowning me under your crashing waves. (Selah)
Wʼabofuhyeɛ ayɛ duru wɔ me so; woama wʼasorɔkye nyinaa abu afa me so.
8 You have made my friends avoid me by making me look repulsive to them. I'm trapped, I can't go out.
Woafa me nnamfonom a wɔbɛn me afiri me nkyɛn woama me ho ayɛ wɔn ahi. Woaka me ahyɛ mu na mentumi nnwane;
9 I've cried my eyes out begging you every day for your help, Lord, holding out my hands to you.
awerɛhoɔ ama mʼani so ayɛ kusuu. Ao Awurade mesu frɛ wo da biara; metrɛ me nsam kyerɛ wo.
10 Do you do miracles among the dead? Do the dead stand up to praise you? (Selah)
Woyɛ anwanwadeɛ kyerɛ awufoɔ anaa? Wɔn a wɔawuwu no sɔre kamfo wo anaa?
11 Your faithful love—is it mentioned in the grave? Your trustworthiness—is it discussed in the place of destruction?
Wɔka wʼadɔeɛ ho asɛm wɔ ɛda mu anaa, anaasɛ wo nokorɛ ho asɛm wɔ ɔsɛeɛ kurom?
12 Are the wonderful things you do known in the darkness? Is your goodness known in the land of forgetfulness?
Wɔhunu wʼanwanwadeɛ wɔ beaeɛ a ɛhɔ aduru sum, anaa wo tenenee nnwuma wɔ awerɛfirie asase so?
13 But I cry out to you for help; every morning I pray to you.
Nanso Ao Awurade, mesu frɛ wo sɛ boa me; me mpaeɛbɔ duru wʼanim adekyeeɛ mu
14 Lord, why do you reject me? Why do you turn away from me?
Ao Awurade, adɛn nti na wopo me na wode wʼanim hinta me?
15 I have been sick since I was young, often at death's door. I have had to bear the terrible things you've done to me. I'm in despair!
Mahunu amane firi me mmɔfraase na mabɛn owuo; wʼahunahuna ama mabrɛ na mapa aba.
16 Your anger has overcome me; the terrible things you do have destroyed me.
Wʼabofuhyeɛ abu afa me so; wʼahunahuna asɛe me.
17 They surround me all the time like floodwaters, swallowing me up.
Daa nyinaa wɔtwa me ho hyia sɛ nsuyire, na wɔabu afa me so koraa.
18 You have made my family and friends avoid me. Darkness is my only friend.
Woafa mʼayɔnkofoɔ ne mʼadɔfoɔ afiri me nkyɛn kɔ; na esum ayɛ mʼadamfo brɛboɔ.

< Psalms 88 >