< 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.
Kora mma dwom a wɔde ma dwonkyerɛfo sɛ wɔnto no “Mahalat Leannot” sanku so. Esrahini Heman ɔhaw ne amanehunu dwom. Awurade, woyɛ me nkwagye Nyankopɔn misu wɔ wʼanim adekyee ne adesae.
2 Let my prayer enter into your presence. Turn your ear to my cry.
Ma me mpaebɔ nnu wʼanim; brɛ wʼaso ase tie me sufrɛ.
3 For my soul is full of troubles. My life draws near to Sheol. (Sheol h7585)
Ɔhaw ahyɛ me kra ma na me nkwa rebɛn owu. (Sheol h7585)
4 I am counted amongst those who go down into the pit. I am like a man who has no help,
Wɔkan me fra wɔn a wɔrekɔ ɔda mu no; mete sɛ obi a onni ahoɔden.
5 set apart amongst the dead, like the slain who lie in the grave, whom you remember no more. They are cut off from your hand.
Wɔayi me asi nkyɛn wɔ awufo mu, te sɛ atɔfo a wɔdeda ɔda mu, wɔn a wonkae wɔn bio, na wonhwɛ wɔn bio.
6 You have laid me in the lowest pit, in the darkest depths.
Woatow me akyene ɔda ase tɔnn, wɔ sum kabii mu.
7 Your wrath lies heavily on me. You have afflicted me with all your waves. (Selah)
Wʼabufuwhyew ayɛ duru wɔ me so; woama wʼasorɔkye nyinaa abu afa me so.
8 You have taken my friends from me. You have made me an abomination to them. I am confined, and I can’t escape.
Woafa me nnamfonom a wɔbɛn me afi me nkyɛn woama me ho ayɛ wɔn ahi. Woaka me ahyɛ mu na mintumi nguan;
9 My eyes are dim from grief. I have called on you daily, LORD. I have spread out my hands to you.
awerɛhow ama mʼani so ayɛ kusuu. Awurade misu frɛ wo da biara; metrɛw me nsam kyerɛ wo.
10 Do you show wonders to the dead? Do the departed spirits rise up and praise you? (Selah)
Woyɛ anwonwade kyerɛ awufo ana? Wɔn a wɔawuwu no sɔre kamfo wo ana?
11 Is your loving kindness declared in the grave? Or your faithfulness in Destruction?
Wɔka wʼadɔe ho asɛm wɔ ɔda mu, anaasɛ wo nokware ho asɛm wɔ ɔsɛe kurom ana?
12 Are your wonders made known in the dark? Or your righteousness in the land of forgetfulness?
Wohu wʼanwonwade wɔ beae a hɔ aduru sum, anaa wo trenee nnwuma no wɔ awerɛfiri asase so ana?
13 But to you, LORD, I have cried. In the morning, my prayer comes before you.
Nanso Awurade, misu frɛ wo sɛ boa me; me mpaebɔ du wʼanim adekyee mu.
14 LORD, why do you reject my soul? Why do you hide your face from me?
Adɛn, Awurade, na wopo me na wode wʼanim hintaw me?
15 I am afflicted and ready to die from my youth up. While I suffer your terrors, I am distracted.
Mahu amane fi me mmofraase na mabɛn owu; wʼahunahuna ama mabrɛ na mapa abaw.
16 Your fierce wrath has gone over me. Your terrors have cut me off.
Wʼabufuwhyew abu afa me so; wʼahunahuna asɛe me.
17 They came around me like water all day long. They completely engulfed me.
Daa nyinaa wotwa me ho hyia sɛ nsuyiri, na wɔabu afa me so koraa.
18 You have put lover and friend far from me, and my friends into darkness.
Woafa me yɔnkonom ne mʼadɔfo afi me nkyɛn kɔ; na sum ayɛ mʼadamfo a ɔbɛn me pɛɛ.

< Psalms 88 >