Psalmowo 88
1 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.
A Song. A Psalm. Of the sons of Korah. To the chief music-maker; put to Mahalath Leannoth. Maschil. Of Heman the Ezrahite. O Lord, God of my salvation, I have been crying to you for help by day and by night:
2 Nye gbedodoɖa nede gbɔwò, ƒu to anyi ɖe nye kokoƒoƒo ŋu,
Let my prayer come before you; give ear to my cry:
For my soul is full of evils, and my life has come near to the underworld. (Sheol h7585)
4 Wobum ɖe ame siwo yi aʋlime la dome; mele abe ŋutsu si si ŋusẽ mele o la ene.
I am numbered among those who go down into the earth; I have become like a man for whom there is no help:
5 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.
My soul is among the dead, like those in the underworld, to whom you give no more thought; for they are cut off from your care.
6 Ètsɔm de ʋe goglotɔ me, yi ɖe keke viviti tsiɖitsiɖi me.
You have put me in the lowest deep, even in dark places.
7 Wò dziku helĩhelĩ le dzinye vevie, eye nètsɔ wò ƒutsotsoewo tsyɔ dzinye. (Sela)
The weight of your wrath is crushing me, all your waves have overcome me. (Selah)
8 Èxɔ xɔ̃nye veviwo le asinye, eye nètsɔm wɔ ŋunyɔnu na wo. Ètsɔm da ɖe xaxɛƒe, nyemate ŋu asi o,
You have sent my friends far away from me; you have made me a disgusting thing in their eyes: I am shut up, and not able to come out.
9 eye nuxaxa wɔe be nye ŋkuwo dzi tsyɔ. O! Yehowa, mele yɔwòm gbe sia gbe, eye meke nye abɔwo me na wò.
My eyes are wasting away because of my trouble: Lord, my cry has gone up to you every day, my hands are stretched out to you.
10 Ɖe nàte ŋu aɖe wò nukunuwo afia ame kukua? Ɖe ame siwo ku la ate ŋu atsi tsitre akafu wòa? (Sela)
Will you do works of wonder for the dead? will the shades come back to give you praise? (Selah)
11 Ɖe woaɖe gbeƒã wò lɔlɔ̃ le yɔdo me kple wò nuteƒewɔwɔ le tsiẽƒea?
Will the story of your mercy be given in the house of the dead? will news of your faith come to the place of destruction?
12 Ɖe woanya nu le wò nukunuwo ŋu le viviti me, alo le wò dzɔdzɔenyenyedɔwo ŋu le anyigba manyamanya dzia?
May there be knowledge of your wonders in the dark? or of your righteousness where memory is dead?
13 Ke wò, o Yehowae, mele ɣli dom na be nàxɔ nam, eye le ŋdi me la, nye gbedodoɖa neva gbɔwò.
But to you did I send up my cry, O Lord; in the morning my prayer came before you.
14 O! Yehowa, nu ka ta nègbem, eye nèɣla wò mo ɖem ɖo?
Lord, why have you sent away my soul? why is your face covered from me?
15 Tso nye ɖekakpuime ke, mekpe hiã, eye meɖo kudo nu, mekpe fu le wò ŋɔdzidodowo ta, eye dzi ɖe le ƒonye.
I have been troubled and in fear of death from the time when I was young; your wrath is hard on me, and I have no strength.
16 Wò dziku helĩhelĩ tsyɔ dzinye, eye wò ŋɔdzi gblẽ donyeme.
The heat of your wrath has gone over me; I am broken by your cruel punishments.
17 Woƒo xlãm ŋkeke blibo la abe tsiɖɔɖɔ ene, eye wonye tsyɔ dzinye.
They are round me all the day like water; they have made a circle about me.
18 Èɖe nye zɔhɛwo kple xɔ̃nyewo ɖa le ŋunye, eye vivitie nye xɔ̃nye si tsɔ ɖe gbɔnye.
You have sent my friends and lovers far from me; I am gone from the memory of those who are dear to me.
