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.
Orin. Saamu ti àwọn ọmọ Kora. Fún adarí orin. Gẹ́gẹ́ bí ti mahalati leannoti. Maskili ti Hemani ará Esra. Olúwa, Ọlọ́run tí ó gbà mí là, ní ọ̀sán àti ní òru, mo kígbe sókè sí Ọ.
2 Please listen to my prayer; hear my words as I plead with you.
Jẹ́ kí àdúrà mi kí ó wá sí iwájú rẹ; dẹ etí rẹ sí igbe mi.
Nítorí ọkàn mi kún fún ìpọ́njú ọkàn mi sì súnmọ́ isà òkú. (Sheol h7585)
4 I'm counted among the dying; a man with no strength.
A kà mí mọ́ àwọn tí wọ́n lọ sí ọ̀gbun ilẹ̀ èmi dàbí ọkùnrin tí kò ni agbára.
5 I am abandoned among the dead, lying like a corpse in the grave, forgotten and beyond your care.
A yà mí sọ́tọ̀ pẹ̀lú àwọn òkú bí ẹni tí a pa tí ó dùbúlẹ̀ ní ipò ikú, ẹni tí ìwọ kò rántí mọ́, ẹni tí a gé kúrò lára àwọn tí ìwọ ń tọ́jú.
6 You have placed me in a deep pit, in the depths of darkness.
Ìwọ tí ó fi mí sí kòtò jíjìn, ní ibi ọ̀gbun tó ṣókùnkùn.
7 Your hostility crushes me; you are drowning me under your crashing waves. (Selah)
Ìbínú rẹ ṣubú lé mi gidigidi; ìwọ ti fi àwọn ìjì rẹ borí mi.
8 You have made my friends avoid me by making me look repulsive to them. I'm trapped, I can't go out.
Ìwọ tí gba ọ̀rẹ́ mi tí ó súnmọ́ mi kúrò lọ́wọ́ mi ìwọ sì sọ mi di ìríra sí wọn. A há mi mọ́, èmi kò sì le è jáde;
9 I've cried my eyes out begging you every day for your help, Lord, holding out my hands to you.
ojú mi káàánú nítorí ìpọ́njú. Mo kígbe pè ọ́, Olúwa, ní gbogbo ọjọ́; mo na ọwọ́ mi jáde sí ọ.
10 Do you do miracles among the dead? Do the dead stand up to praise you? (Selah)
Ìwọ ó fi iṣẹ́ ìyanu rẹ hàn fún òkú bi? Àwọn òkú yóò ha dìde láti yìn ọ́ bí?
11 Your faithful love—is it mentioned in the grave? Your trustworthiness—is it discussed in the place of destruction?
A ó ha fi ìṣeun ìfẹ́ rẹ hàn ní ibojì bí, tàbí òtítọ́ rẹ ní ipò ìparun?
12 Are the wonderful things you do known in the darkness? Is your goodness known in the land of forgetfulness?
A ha lè mọ iṣẹ́ ìyanu rẹ ní òkùnkùn bí àti òdodo rẹ ní ilẹ̀ ìgbàgbé?
13 But I cry out to you for help; every morning I pray to you.
Ṣùgbọ́n mo kígbe sí ọ fún ìrànlọ́wọ́, Olúwa; ní òwúrọ̀ ni àdúrà mí wá sọ́dọ̀ rẹ.
14 Lord, why do you reject me? Why do you turn away from me?
Olúwa, èéṣe tí ìwọ fi kọ̀ mí tí ìwọ fi ojú rẹ pamọ́ fún mi?
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!
Láti ìgbà èwe mi, ìṣẹ́ ń ṣẹ́ mi, èmi múra àti kú; nígbà tí ẹ̀rù rẹ bá ń bà mí, èmi di gbére-gbère.
16 Your anger has overcome me; the terrible things you do have destroyed me.
Ìbínú rẹ ti kọjá lára mi; ìbẹ̀rù rẹ ti gé mi kúrò.
17 They surround me all the time like floodwaters, swallowing me up.
Ní gbogbo ọjọ́ ni wọn yí mi ká bí ìkún omi; wọ́n mù mí pátápátá.
18 You have made my family and friends avoid me. Darkness is my only friend.
Ìwọ ti mú ọ̀rẹ́ àti olùfẹ́ mi kúrò lọ́dọ̀ mi; òkùnkùn sì jẹ́ ọ̀rẹ́ tímọ́tímọ́ mi.
