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.
| تَسْبِيحَةٌ: مَزْمُورٌ لِبَنِي قُورَحَ. لِقَائِدِ الْمُنْشِدِينَ عَلَى النَّايِ الْحَزِينِ لِلْغِنَاءِ الْخَافِتِ. قَصِيدَةٌ تَعْلِيمِيَّةٌ لِهَيْمَانَ الأَزْرَاحِيِّ يَا رَبُّ يَا إِلَهَ خَلاصِي، أَمَامَكَ أَصْرُخُ نَهَاراً وَلَيْلاً. | ١ |
2 Let my prayer enter into your presence. Turn your ear to my cry.
| لِتَأْتِ صَلاتِي أَمَامَكَ، أَمِلْ أُذُنَكَ إِلَى صَرْخَتِي، | ٢ |
| فَإِنَّ نَفْسِي شَبِعَتْ مَصَائِبَ، وَحَيَاتِي تَقْتَرِبُ مِنَ الْمَوْتِ. (Sheol h7585) | ٣ |
4 I am counted among those who go down into the pit. I am like a man who has no help,
| حُسِبْتُ فِي عِدَادِ الْهَابِطِينَ إِلَى قَعْرِ هُوَّةِ الْمَوْتِ، وَكَرَجُلٍ لَا قُوَّةَ لَهُ. | ٤ |
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.
| تَرَكُونِي أَمُوتُ كَقَتْلَى الْحَرْبِ الْمُمَدَّدِينَ فِي الْقَبْرِ، الَّذِينَ لَا تَعُودُ تَذْكُرُهُمْ وَتَكُفُّ يَدَكَ عَنْ إِغَاثَتِهِمْ. | ٥ |
6 You have laid me in the lowest pit, in the darkest depths.
| قَدْ طَرَحْتَنِي فِي الْهُوَّةِ السُّفْلَى، فِي الأَمَاكِنِ الْمُظْلِمَةِ وَالْعَمِيقَةِ. | ٦ |
7 Your wrath lies heavily on me. You have afflicted me with all your waves. (Selah)
| اسْتَقَرَّ علَيَّ غَضَبُكَ، وَبِأَمْوَاجِكَ الطَّامِيَةِ ذَلَّلْتَنِي. | ٧ |
8 You have taken my friends from me. You have made me an abomination to them. I am confined, and I can’t escape.
| أَبْعَدْتَ عَنِّي أَصْحَابِي، وَجَعَلْتَنِي عَاراً عِنْدَهُمْ. قَدْ حُبِسْتُ فَلَا نَجَاةَ لِي. | ٨ |
9 My eyes are dim from grief. I have called on you daily, LORD. I have spread out my hands to you.
| كَلَّتْ عَيْنَايَ مِنْ فَرْطِ البُكَاءِ. إِيَّاكَ يَا رَبُّ دَعَوْتُ كُلَّ يَوْمٍ بَاسِطاً إِلَيْكَ يَدَيَّ. | ٩ |
10 Do you show wonders to the dead? Do the departed spirits rise up and praise you? (Selah)
| هَلْ تَصْنَعُ عَجَائِبَ لِلأَمْوَاتِ، أَمْ تَقُومُ أَشْبَاحُ الْمَوْتَى فَتُمَجِّدَكَ؟ | ١٠ |
11 Is your loving kindness declared in the grave? Or your faithfulness in Destruction?
| أَفِي الْقَبْرِ تُعْلَنُ رَحْمَتُكَ، وَفِي الْهَاوِيَةِ أَمَانَتُكَ؟ | ١١ |
12 Are your wonders made known in the dark? Or your righteousness in the land of forgetfulness?
| هَلْ فِي الظَّلامِ تُعْرَفُ عَجَائِبُكَ، وَفِي أَرْضِ النِّسْيَانِ يَظْهَرُ بِرُّكَ؟ | ١٢ |
13 But to you, LORD, I have cried. In the morning, my prayer comes before you.
| أَمَّا أَنَا فَإِلَيْكَ أَصْرُخُ مُسْتَغِيثاً يَا رَبُّ، وَفِي الصَّبَاحِ تَمْثُلُ صَلاتِي أَمَامَكَ. | ١٣ |
14 LORD, why do you reject my soul? Why do you hide your face from me?
| لِمَاذَا يَا رَبُّ تَرْفُضُ نَفْسِي، وَتَحْجُبُ عَنِّي وَجْهَكَ؟ | ١٤ |
15 I am afflicted and ready to die from my youth up. While I suffer your terrors, I am distracted.
| إِنَّنِي مِسْكِينٌ، وَمُشْرِفٌ عَلَى الْمَوْتِ مُنْذُ صِبَايَ، وَقَدْ قَاسَيْتُ أَهْوَالَكَ، وَذُهِلْتُ. | ١٥ |
16 Your fierce wrath has gone over me. Your terrors have cut me off.
| اجْتَاحَنِي غَضَبُكَ الشَّدِيدُ وَأَفْنَتْنِي أَهْوَالُكَ. | ١٦ |
17 They came around me like water all day long. They completely engulfed me.
| أَحَاطَتْ بِي طُولَ النَّهَارِ كَالْمِيَاهِ وَأَطْبَقَتْ عَلَيَّ كُلُّهَا. | ١٧ |
18 You have put lover and friend far from me, and my friends into darkness.
| فَرَّقْتَ عَنِّي الأَصْدِقَاءَ فَصَارَ الظَّلامُ مُلازِماً لِي. | ١٨ |
