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. Yahweh, the God of my salvation, I have cried day and night before you.
Korah ƒe viwo ƒe ha na hɛnɔ la. Enye nufiameha si Ezrahitɔ Heman kpa; woadzii ɖe Mahalat Leanot ƒe gbeɖiɖi nu. O! Yehowa, Mawu si ɖem, mele ɣli dom le ŋkuwò me zã kple keli.
2 Let my prayer enter into your presence. Turn your ear to my cry.
Nye gbedodoɖa nede gbɔwò, ƒu to anyi ɖe nye kokoƒoƒo ŋu,
elabena nye luʋɔ yɔ fũu kple xaxawo, eye nye agbe ɖo kudo nu. (Sheol h7585)
4 I am counted among those who go down into the pit. I am like a man who has no help,
Wobum ɖe ame siwo yi aʋlime la dome; mele abe ŋutsu si si ŋusẽ mele o la ene.
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.
Woɖem ɖe aga da ɖe ame kukuwo dome, eye mele abe ame siwo wowu wole yɔdo me la ene, ame siwo dzi miagaɖo ŋkui o, eye woɖe wo ɖa le wò dzikpɔkpɔ te.
6 You have laid me in the lowest pit, in the darkest depths.
Ètsɔm de ʋe goglotɔ me, yi ɖe keke viviti tsiɖitsiɖi me.
7 Your wrath lies heavily on me. You have afflicted me with all your waves. (Selah)
Wò dziku helĩhelĩ le dzinye vevie, eye nètsɔ wò ƒutsotsoewo tsyɔ dzinye. (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.
Èxɔ xɔ̃nye veviwo le asinye, eye nètsɔm wɔ ŋunyɔnu na wo. Ètsɔm da ɖe xaxɛƒe, nyemate ŋu asi o,
9 My eyes are dim from grief. I have called on you daily, Yahweh. I have spread out my hands to you.
eye nuxaxa wɔe be nye ŋkuwo dzi tsyɔ. O! Yehowa, mele yɔwòm gbe sia gbe, eye meke nye abɔwo me na wò.
10 Do you show wonders to the dead? Do the departed spirits rise up and praise you? (Selah)
Ɖe nàte ŋu aɖe wò nukunuwo afia ame kukua? Ɖe ame siwo ku la ate ŋu atsi tsitre akafu wòa? (Sela)
11 Is your loving kindness declared in the grave? Or your faithfulness in Destruction?
Ɖe woaɖe gbeƒã wò lɔlɔ̃ le yɔdo me kple wò nuteƒewɔwɔ le tsiẽƒea?
12 Are your wonders made known in the dark? Or your righteousness in the land of forgetfulness?
Ɖe woanya nu le wò nukunuwo ŋu le viviti me, alo le wò dzɔdzɔenyenyedɔwo ŋu le anyigba manyamanya dzia?
13 But to you, Yahweh, I have cried. In the morning, my prayer comes before you.
Ke wò, o Yehowae, mele ɣli dom na be nàxɔ nam, eye le ŋdi me la, nye gbedodoɖa neva gbɔwò.
14 Yahweh, why do you reject my soul? Why do you hide your face from me?
O! Yehowa, nu ka ta nègbem, eye nèɣla wò mo ɖem ɖo?
15 I am afflicted and ready to die from my youth up. While I suffer your terrors, I am distracted.
Tso nye ɖekakpuime ke, mekpe hiã, eye meɖo kudo nu, mekpe fu le wò ŋɔdzidodowo ta, eye dzi ɖe le ƒonye.
16 Your fierce wrath has gone over me. Your terrors have cut me off.
Wò dziku helĩhelĩ tsyɔ dzinye, eye wò ŋɔdzi gblẽ donyeme.
17 They came around me like water all day long. They completely engulfed me.
Woƒo xlãm ŋkeke blibo la abe tsiɖɔɖɔ ene, eye wonye tsyɔ dzinye.
18 You have put lover and friend far from me, and my friends into darkness.
Èɖe nye zɔhɛwo kple xɔ̃nyewo ɖa le ŋunye, eye vivitie nye xɔ̃nye si tsɔ ɖe gbɔnye.
