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.
Ya Mukulu wa Bayimbi. Zabbuli ya Batabani ba Koola. Ayi Mukama Katonda, Omulokozi wange, nkaaba emisana n’ekiro mu maaso go.
2 Let my prayer enter into your presence. Turn your ear to my cry.
Kkiriza okusaba kwange kutuuke gy’oli; otege okutu kwo nga nkukoowoola.
Kubanga emmeeme yange ejjudde ebizibu, era nsemberedde okufa. (Sheol h7585)
4 I am counted among those who go down into the pit. I am like a man who has no help,
Mbalirwa mu abo abaserengeta emagombe; nfaanana ng’omuntu atalina maanyi.
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.
Bandese wano ng’afudde, nga ndi ng’abo be basse abalinda obulinzi entaana, nga tokyaddayo kubajjukira, era nga tewakyali kya kubakolera.
6 You have laid me in the lowest pit, in the darkest depths.
Ontadde mu kinnya ekisinga obuwanvu, era eky’ekizikiza ekikutte ennyo.
7 Your wrath lies heavily on me. You have afflicted me with all your waves. (Selah)
Obusungu bwo bumbuubuukiddeko nnyo, ng’ennyanja esiikuuse n’amayengo gaayo ne gankuba okusukkirira.
8 You have taken my friends from me. You have made me an abomination to them. I am confined, and I can't escape.
Ab’emikwano abasingira ddala okunjagala obammazeeko, n’onfuula ekyenyinyalwa gye bali. Nsibiddwa, so sisobola kwesumattula.
9 My eyes are dim from grief. I have called on you daily, LORD. I have spread out my hands to you.
Amaaso gange gayimbadde olw’ennaku. Nkukoowoola buli lunaku, Ayi Mukama, ne ngolola emikono gyange gy’oli nga nkwegayirira.
10 Do you show wonders to the dead? Do the dead rise up and praise you? (Selah)
Ebyamagero byo onoobikoleranga bafu? Abafudde banaagolokokanga ne bakutendereza?
11 Is your loving kindness declared in the grave? Or your faithfulness in Destruction?
Okwagala kwo onookulaganga abali emagombe n’obwesigwa bwo abo abali mu kifo eky’okuzikirira?
12 Are your wonders made known in the dark? Or your righteousness in the land of forgetfulness?
Ebyamagero byo binaamanyibwanga mu kifo ekyo eky’ekizikiza? Oba ebikolwa byo eby’obutuukirivu bwo bye binaamanyibwanga mu nsi eyamala edda okwerabirwa?
13 But to you, LORD, I have cried. In the morning, my prayer comes before you.
Naye nze, Ayi Mukama, naakabiriranga ggwe okunnyamba; buli nkya okusaba kwange kunaatuukanga gy’oli.
14 LORD, why do you reject my soul? Why do you hide your face from me?
Ayi Mukama, onsuulidde ki? Onkwekedde ki amaaso go?
15 I am afflicted and ready to die from my youth up. While I suffer your terrors, I am distracted.
Ombonyaabonyezza okuviira ddala mu buvubuka bwange, era nga mbeera kumpi n’okufa; ngumiikirizza nnyo entiisa yo, era kaakano mpweddemu essuubi.
16 Your fierce wrath has gone over me. Your terrors have cut me off.
Obusungu bwo obubuubuuka bunzigwereddeko era bunzikkiriza. Entiisa yo tendeseemu ka buntu.
17 They came around me like water all day long. They completely engulfed me.
Binzingiza nga mukoka olunaku lwonna; binsaanikiridde ddala.
18 You have put lover and friend far from me, and my friends into darkness.
Ommazeeko ab’emikwano n’abo abanjagala ennyo; nsigazza nzikiza yokka.
