Psalms 88
1 [A Song. A Psalm by the sons of Korah. For the Chief Musician. To the tune of "The Suffering of Affliction." A contemplation by Heman, the Ezrahite.] LORD, the God of my salvation, I have cried day and night before you.
Abụ, bụ Abụ Ọma ụmụ Kora, nke dịrị onyeisi Abụ. Nʼusoro olu abụ Mahalat leannot. Abụ Maskil nke Heman onye Ezra. O Onyenwe anyị, Chineke onye na-azọpụta m, nʼehihie na abalị ka m na-eti mkpu akwa nʼihu gị.
2 Let my prayer enter into your presence. Turn your ear to my cry.
Ka ekpere m bịa nʼihu gị. Chee ntị gị nụrụ akwa m.
Nʼihi na ọtụtụ nsogbu ejupụtala mkpụrụobi m, anọ m nso nʼọnụ ụzọ ọnwụ. (Sheol h7585)
4 I am counted among those who go down into the pit. I am like a man who has no help,
Agụnyela m nʼetiti ndị na-arịda nʼolulu. Adị m dịka onye na-enweghị ike.
5 set apart among the dead, like the slain who lie in the grave, whom you remember no more. They are cut off from your hand.
A họpụtara mụ na ndị nwụrụ anwụ iche, dịka ndị e gburu egbu na-edina nʼili, ndị ị nakwaghị echeta ọzọ, ndị e kewapụrụ site na nlekọta gị.
6 You have laid me in the lowest pit, in the darkest depths.
Ị tụbanyela m nʼime olulu dịkarịrị omimi, olulu nke ọchịchịrị jupụtara nʼime ya.
7 Your wrath lies heavily on me. You have afflicted me with all your waves. (Selah)
Oke iwe gị na-anyịgide m nke ukwuu; i jirila ebili mmiri gị niile kpuchigide m. (Sela)
8 You have taken my friends from me. You have made me an abomination to them. I am confined, and I can't escape.
Ị napụla m ndị enyi m, ndị m hụrụ nʼanya, mee ka m bụrụ ihe a na-asọ oyi nʼebe ha nọ. Abụ m onye emechibidoro ụzọ; nke nʼenweghị ike ịpụ ezi;
9 My eyes are dim from grief. I have called on you daily, LORD. I have spread out my hands to you.
anya m adịghị ahụkwa ụzọ nʼihi iru ụjụ. O Onyenwe anyị, ụbọchị niile ka m na-akpọku gị; ana m agbasa aka m abụọ nʼihu gị,
10 Do you show wonders to the dead? Do the dead rise up and praise you? (Selah)
ọ bụ ndị nwụrụ anwụ ka ị na-egosi ọrụ ebube gị? Ndị nwụrụ anwụ, ha na-ebili too gị? (Sela)
11 Is your loving kindness declared in the grave? Or your faithfulness in Destruction?
Ọ bụ nʼime ili ka a na-ekwupụta ịhụnanya gị? A na-ekwupụta ikwesi ntụkwasị obi gị nʼebe ịla nʼiyi?
12 Are your wonders made known in the dark? Or your righteousness in the land of forgetfulness?
A na-amata banyere ọrụ ebube gị nʼebe ọchịchịrị dị? Ma ọ bụ ọrụ ezi omume gị, na ịdị mma gị niile nʼala ndị e chezọrọ echezọ?
13 But to you, LORD, I have cried. In the morning, my prayer comes before you.
Ma Onyenwe anyị m, ọ bụ gị ka m na-akpọku. Ụtụtụ niile ka ekpere m ga na-abịa nʼebe ị nọ.
14 LORD, why do you reject my soul? Why do you hide your face from me?
O Onyenwe anyị, gịnị mere i jiri jụ m? Gịnị mekwara i jiri zonarị m ihu gị?
15 I am afflicted and ready to die from my youth up. While I suffer your terrors, I am distracted.
Site na mgbe okorobịa m, abụ m onye a na-esogbu, onye nọkwa ọnwụ nso; ataala m ahụhụ oke ụjọ gị, anọ m nʼọnọdụ ịda mba.
16 Your fierce wrath has gone over me. Your terrors have cut me off.
Oke iwe gị agabigala nʼahụ m; ihe egwu gị alaala m nʼiyi.
17 They came around me like water all day long. They completely engulfed me.
Ha na-agba m gburugburu ụbọchị niile dịka idee mmiri; ha gbara m gburugburu nʼakụkụ niile.
18 You have put lover and friend far from me, and my friends into darkness.
Ị napụla m ndị enyi m na ndị m hụrụ nʼanya; ọchịchịrị bụ enyi m nọkarịsịrị m nso.
