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,
Esrahini Heman ɔhaw ne amanehunu dwom. Ao Awurade, me nkwagyeɛ Onyankopɔn mesu wɔ wʼanim adekyeeɛ ne adesaeɛ.
2 My prayer comes in before You, Incline Your ear to my loud cry,
Ma me mpaeɛbɔ nnuru wʼanim; brɛ wʼaso ase tie me sufrɛ.
Ɔhaw ahyɛ me kra ma na me nkwa rebɛn owuo. (Sheol h7585)
4 I have been reckoned with those going down [to] the pit, I have been as a man without strength.
Wɔkan me fra wɔn a wɔrekɔ damena mu; mete sɛ obi a ɔnni ahoɔden.
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.
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 put me in the lowest pit, In dark places, in depths.
Woato me atwene damena ase tɔnn, wɔ esum kabii mu.
7 Your fury has lain on me, And You have afflicted [with] all Your breakers. (Selah)
Wʼabofuhyeɛ ayɛ duru wɔ me so; woama wʼasorɔkye nyinaa abu afa me so.
8 You have put my acquaintance far from me, You have made me an abomination to them, Shut up—I do not go forth.
Woafa me nnamfonom a wɔbɛn me afiri me nkyɛn woama me ho ayɛ wɔn ahi. Woaka me ahyɛ mu na mentumi nnwane;
9 My eye has grieved because of affliction, I called You, O YHWH, all the day, I have spread 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 wonders to the dead? Does Rephaim rise? Do they thank You? (Selah)
Woyɛ anwanwadeɛ kyerɛ awufoɔ anaa? Wɔn a wɔawuwu no sɔre kamfo wo anaa?
11 Is Your kindness recounted in the grave? Your faithfulness in destruction?
Wɔka wʼadɔeɛ ho asɛm wɔ ɛda mu anaa, anaasɛ wo nokorɛ ho asɛm wɔ ɔsɛeɛ kurom?
12 Are Your wonders known in the darkness? And Your righteousness in the land of forgetfulness?
Wɔhunu wʼanwanwadeɛ wɔ beaeɛ a ɛhɔ aduru sum, anaa wo tenenee nnwuma wɔ awerɛfirie asase so?
13 And I, to You, O YHWH, I have cried, And in the morning my prayer comes before You.
Nanso Ao Awurade, mesu frɛ wo sɛ boa me; me mpaeɛbɔ duru wʼanim adekyeeɛ mu
14 Why, O YHWH, do You cast off my soul? You hide Your face from me.
Ao Awurade, adɛn nti na wopo me na wode wʼanim hinta me?
15 I [am] afflicted, and expiring from youth, I have borne Your terrors—I pine away.
Mahunu amane firi me mmɔfraase na mabɛn owuo; wʼahunahuna ama mabrɛ na mapa aba.
16 Your wrath has passed over me, Your terrors have cut me off,
Wʼabofuhyeɛ abu afa me so; wʼahunahuna asɛe me.
17 They have surrounded me as waters all the day, They have gone around against me together,
Daa nyinaa wɔtwa me ho hyia sɛ nsuyire, na wɔabu afa me so koraa.
18 You have put lover and friend far from me, My acquaintance [is] the place of darkness!
Woafa mʼayɔnkofoɔ ne mʼadɔfoɔ afiri me nkyɛn kɔ; na esum ayɛ mʼadamfo brɛboɔ.
