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 by the sons of Korah. For the Chief Musician. To the tune of "The Suffering of Affliction." A contemplation by Heman, the Ezrahite.] Jehovah, the God of my salvation, I have cried day and night before you.
2 Nye gbedodoɖa nede gbɔwò, ƒu to anyi ɖe nye kokoƒoƒo ŋu,
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 Wobum ɖe ame siwo yi aʋlime la dome; mele abe ŋutsu si si ŋusẽ mele o la ene.
I am counted among those who go down into the pit. I am like a man who has 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.
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.
6 Ètsɔm de ʋe goglotɔ me, yi ɖe keke viviti tsiɖitsiɖi me.
You have laid me in the lowest pit, in the darkest depths.
7 Wò dziku helĩhelĩ le dzinye vevie, eye nètsɔ wò ƒutsotsoewo tsyɔ dzinye. (Sela)
Your wrath lies heavily on me. You have afflicted me with all your waves. (Selah)
8 Èxɔ xɔ̃nye veviwo le asinye, eye nètsɔm wɔ ŋunyɔnu na wo. Ètsɔm da ɖe xaxɛƒe, nyemate ŋu asi o,
You have taken my friends from me. You have made me an abomination to them. I am confined, and I can't escape.
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 dim from grief. I have called on you daily, Jehovah. I have spread out my hands to you.
10 Ɖe nàte ŋu aɖe wò nukunuwo afia ame kukua? Ɖe ame siwo ku la ate ŋu atsi tsitre akafu wòa? (Sela)
Do you show wonders to the dead? Do the dead rise up and praise you? (Selah)
11 Ɖe woaɖe gbeƒã wò lɔlɔ̃ le yɔdo me kple wò nuteƒewɔwɔ le tsiẽƒea?
Is your loving kindness declared in the grave? Or your faithfulness in Destruction?
12 Ɖe woanya nu le wò nukunuwo ŋu le viviti me, alo le wò dzɔdzɔenyenyedɔwo ŋu le anyigba manyamanya dzia?
Are your wonders made known in the dark? Or your righteousness in the land of forgetfulness?
13 Ke wò, o Yehowae, mele ɣli dom na be nàxɔ nam, eye le ŋdi me la, nye gbedodoɖa neva gbɔwò.
But to you, Jehovah, I have cried. In the morning, my prayer comes before you.
14 O! Yehowa, nu ka ta nègbem, eye nèɣla wò mo ɖem ɖo?
Jehovah, why do you reject my soul? Why do you hide your face 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 am afflicted and ready to die from my youth up. While I suffer your terrors, I am distracted.
16 Wò dziku helĩhelĩ tsyɔ dzinye, eye wò ŋɔdzi gblẽ donyeme.
Your fierce wrath has gone over me. Your terrors have cut me off.
17 Woƒo xlãm ŋkeke blibo la abe tsiɖɔɖɔ ene, eye wonye tsyɔ dzinye.
They came around me like water all day long. They completely engulfed me.
18 Èɖe nye zɔhɛwo kple xɔ̃nyewo ɖa le ŋunye, eye vivitie nye xɔ̃nye si tsɔ ɖe gbɔnye.
You have put lover and friend far from me, and my friends into darkness.
