Psalms 88
1 A SONG. A PSALM OF THE SONS OF KORAH. TO THE OVERSEER. [SET] ON “SICKNESS TO AFFLICT.” AN INSTRUCTION OF HEMAN THE EZRAHITE. O YHWH, God of my salvation, Daily I have cried, nightly before You,
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 My prayer comes in before You, Incline Your ear to my loud cry,
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 have been reckoned with those going down [to] the pit, I have been as a man without strength.
Ani warra boolla keessa buʼanitti nan lakkaaʼame; akka nama humna hin qabnees nan taʼe.
5 Among the dead—free, As pierced ones lying in the grave, Whom You have not remembered anymore, Indeed, they have been cut off 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 You have put me in the lowest pit, In dark places, in depths.
Ati boolla gad fagoo keessa, dukkana hamaa keessas na buufteerta.
7 Your fury has lain on me, And You have afflicted [with] all Your breakers. (Selah)
Dheekkamsi kee ulfaatee narra ciiseera; dambalii kee hundas narra garagalchiteerta.
8 You have put my acquaintance far from me, You have made me an abomination to them, Shut up—I do not go forth.
Michoota koo narraa fageessiteerta; isaan biratti jibbamaa na gooteerta; akka ani jalaa hin baanettis balballi natti cufameera.
9 My eye has grieved because of affliction, I called You, O YHWH, all the day, I have spread out my hands to You.
Iji koo gaddaan dadhabeera. Yaa Waaqayyo, ani guyyuma guyyaan sin waammadha; harka koo illee gara keetti nan balʼifadha.
10 Do You do wonders to the dead? Does Rephaim rise? Do they thank You? (Selah)
Ati dinqii kee warra duʼanitti ni argisiiftaa? Warri duʼanis kaʼanii si galateeffatuu?
11 Is Your kindness recounted in the grave? Your faithfulness in destruction?
Jaalalli kee awwaala keessatti, amanamummaan kee immoo Qilee keessatti ni labsamaa?
12 Are Your wonders known in the darkness? And Your righteousness in the land of forgetfulness?
Dinqiiwwan kee dukkana keessatti, yookaan qajeelummaan kee biyya irraanfannaa keessatti ni beekamaa?
13 And I, to You, O YHWH, I have cried, And in the morning my prayer comes before You.
Yaa Waaqayyo, ani garuu akka ati na gargaartuuf gara keetti nan iyyadha; ganamaanis kadhannaan koo fuula kee duratti ni dhiʼaata.
14 Why, O YHWH, do You cast off my soul? You hide Your face from me.
Yaa Waaqayyo, ati maaliif na gatta? Fuula kees maaliif na duraa dhokfatta?
15 I [am] afflicted, and expiring from youth, I have borne Your terrors—I pine away.
Ani ijoollummaa kootii jalqabee rakkadhee duʼuu gaʼeen ture; naasisuun kee na dhiphiseera; abdiis kutadheera.
16 Your wrath has passed over me, Your terrors have cut me off,
Dheekkamsi kee narra yaaʼe; naasisuun kees na balleesseera.
17 They have surrounded me as waters all the day, They have gone around against me together,
Isaan guyyaa guutuu akkuma lolaa bishaanii na marsu; guutumaan guutuuttis na liqimsaniiru.
18 You have put lover and friend far from me, My acquaintance [is] the place of darkness!
Michoota koo fi warra na jaallatan narraa fudhatteerta; dukkana qofatu michuu naa taʼe.
