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 Korahites. To the leader: according to Mahalath Leannoth. A Maskil of Heman the Ezrahite. O Lord my God, I cry for help in the day-time, in the night my cry is before you;
2 Nye gbedodoɖa nede gbɔwò, ƒu to anyi ɖe nye kokoƒoƒo ŋu,
let my prayer come into your presence, incline your ear to my cry.
For I am sated with sorrow, 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 with those who go down to the pit; without strength am I.
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 home is among the dead, like the slain that lie in the grave, whom you remember no more cut off as they are from your hand.
6 Ètsɔm de ʋe goglotɔ me, yi ɖe keke viviti tsiɖitsiɖi me.
In the deepest pit you have put me, in shadows deep and dark.
7 Wò dziku helĩhelĩ le dzinye vevie, eye nètsɔ wò ƒutsotsoewo tsyɔ dzinye. (Sela)
Your wrath lies heavy upon me, waves of your anger roll over me. (Selah)
8 Èxɔ xɔ̃nye veviwo le asinye, eye nètsɔm wɔ ŋunyɔnu na wo. Ètsɔm da ɖe xaxɛƒe, nyemate ŋu asi o,
You have put my friends far from me, you have made them shun me. I am shut in, and cannot 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 wasted with sorrow. I call on you, Lord, every day, spreading my hands 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)
For the dead can you work wonders? Can the shades rise again to praise you? (Selah)
11 Ɖe woaɖe gbeƒã wò lɔlɔ̃ le yɔdo me kple wò nuteƒewɔwɔ le tsiẽƒea?
Can your kindness be told in the grave, your faithfulness in the tomb?
12 Ɖe woanya nu le wò nukunuwo ŋu le viviti me, alo le wò dzɔdzɔenyenyedɔwo ŋu le anyigba manyamanya dzia?
Can your wonders be known in the darkness, or your help 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.
I cry for help to you, in the morning my prayer comes before you.
14 O! Yehowa, nu ka ta nègbem, eye nèɣla wò mo ɖem ɖo?
Why, O Lord, do you spurn me, and 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.
From my youth I am wretched and dying, I am numbed by the terrors I bear.
16 Wò dziku helĩhelĩ tsyɔ dzinye, eye wò ŋɔdzi gblẽ donyeme.
The fires of your wrath have passed over me, your terrors destroy me,
17 Woƒo xlãm ŋkeke blibo la abe tsiɖɔɖɔ ene, eye wonye tsyɔ dzinye.
surging around me forever, hemming me in altogether.
18 Èɖe nye zɔhɛwo kple xɔ̃nyewo ɖa le ŋunye, eye vivitie nye xɔ̃nye si tsɔ ɖe gbɔnye.
Those who love me you put far from me; the dark is my only friend.
