Psalms 88
1 The song of salm, to the sones of Chore, to victorie on Mahalat, for to answere, the lernyng of Heman Ezraite. Lord God of myn helthe; Y criede in dai and nyyt bifore thee.
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.
2 Mi preier entre bifore thi siyt; bowe doun thin eere to my preier.
Let my prayer enter into your presence. Turn your ear to my cry.
For my soul is full of troubles. My life draws near to Sheol. (Sheol h7585)
4 I am gessid with hem that goon doun in to the lake; Y am maad as a man with outen help,
I am counted amongst those who go down into the pit. I am like a man who has no help,
5 and fre among deed men. As men woundid slepinge in sepulcris, of whiche men noon is myndeful aftir; and thei ben put awei fro thin hond.
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.
6 Thei han put me in the lower lake; in derke places, and in the schadewe of deth.
You have laid me in the lowest pit, in the darkest depths.
7 Thi strong veniaunce is confermed on me; and thou hast brouyt in alle thi wawis on me.
Your wrath lies heavily on me. You have afflicted me with all your waves. (Selah)
8 Thou hast maad fer fro me my knowun; thei han set me abhomynacioun to hem silf. I am takun, and Y yede not out;
You have taken my friends from me. You have made me an abomination to them. I am confined, and I can’t escape.
9 myn iyen weren sijk for pouert. Lord, Y criede to thee; al dai Y spredde abrood myn hondis to thee.
My eyes are dim from grief. I have called on you daily, LORD. I have spread out my hands to you.
10 Whethir thou schalt do merueils to deed men; ether leechis schulen reise, and thei schulen knouleche to thee?
Do you show wonders to the dead? Do the departed spirits rise up and praise you? (Selah)
11 Whether ony man in sepulcre schal telle thi merci; and thi treuthe in perdicioun?
Is your loving kindness declared in the grave? Or your faithfulness in Destruction?
12 Whether thi merueilis schulen be knowun in derknessis; and thi riytfulnesse in the lond of foryetyng?
Are your wonders made known in the dark? Or your righteousness in the land of forgetfulness?
13 And, Lord, Y criede to thee; and erli my preier schal bifor come to thee.
But to you, LORD, I have cried. In the morning, my prayer comes before you.
14 Lord, whi puttist thou awei my preier; turnest awei thi face fro me?
LORD, why do you reject my soul? Why do you hide your face from me?
15 I am pore, and in traueils fro my yongthe; sotheli Y am enhaunsid, and Y am maad low, and disturblid.
I am afflicted and ready to die from my youth up. While I suffer your terrors, I am distracted.
16 Thi wraththis passiden on me; and thi dredis disturbliden me.
Your fierce wrath has gone over me. Your terrors have cut me off.
17 Thei cumpassiden me as watir al dai; thei cumpassiden me togidere.
They came around me like water all day long. They completely engulfed me.
18 Thou madist fer fro me a frend and neiybore; and my knowun fro wretchidnesse.
You have put lover and friend far from me, and my friends into darkness.
