Abụ Ọma 88
1 Abụ, bụ Abụ Ọma ụmụ Kora, nke dịrị onyeisi Abụ. Nʼusoro olu abụ Mahalat leannot. Abụ Maskil nke Heman onye Ezra. O Onyenwe anyị, Chineke onye na-azọpụta m, nʼehihie na abalị ka m na-eti mkpu akwa nʼihu gị.
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 Ka ekpere m bịa nʼihu gị. Chee ntị gị nụrụ akwa m.
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 Agụnyela m nʼetiti ndị na-arịda nʼolulu. Adị m dịka onye na-enweghị ike.
I am counted with those who go down to the pit; without strength am I.
5 A họpụtara mụ na ndị nwụrụ anwụ iche, dịka ndị e gburu egbu na-edina nʼili, ndị ị nakwaghị echeta ọzọ, ndị e kewapụrụ site na nlekọta gị.
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 Ị tụbanyela m nʼime olulu dịkarịrị omimi, olulu nke ọchịchịrị jupụtara nʼime ya.
In the deepest pit you have put me, in shadows deep and dark.
7 Oke iwe gị na-anyịgide m nke ukwuu; i jirila ebili mmiri gị niile kpuchigide m. (Sela)
Your wrath lies heavy upon me, waves of your anger roll over me. (Selah)
8 Ị napụla m ndị enyi m, ndị m hụrụ nʼanya, mee ka m bụrụ ihe a na-asọ oyi nʼebe ha nọ. Abụ m onye emechibidoro ụzọ; nke nʼenweghị ike ịpụ ezi;
You have put my friends far from me, you have made them shun me. I am shut in, and cannot escape,
9 anya m adịghị ahụkwa ụzọ nʼihi iru ụjụ. O Onyenwe anyị, ụbọchị niile ka m na-akpọku gị; ana m agbasa aka m abụọ nʼihu gị,
my eyes are wasted with sorrow. I call on you, Lord, every day, spreading my hands out to you.
10 ọ bụ ndị nwụrụ anwụ ka ị na-egosi ọrụ ebube gị? Ndị nwụrụ anwụ, ha na-ebili too gị? (Sela)
For the dead can you work wonders? Can the shades rise again to praise you? (Selah)
11 Ọ bụ nʼime ili ka a na-ekwupụta ịhụnanya gị? A na-ekwupụta ikwesi ntụkwasị obi gị nʼebe ịla nʼiyi?
Can your kindness be told in the grave, your faithfulness in the tomb?
12 A na-amata banyere ọrụ ebube gị nʼebe ọchịchịrị dị? Ma ọ bụ ọrụ ezi omume gị, na ịdị mma gị niile nʼala ndị e chezọrọ echezọ?
Can your wonders be known in the darkness, or your help in the land of forgetfulness?
13 Ma Onyenwe anyị m, ọ bụ gị ka m na-akpọku. Ụtụtụ niile ka ekpere m ga na-abịa nʼebe ị nọ.
I cry for help to you, in the morning my prayer comes before you.
14 O Onyenwe anyị, gịnị mere i jiri jụ m? Gịnị mekwara i jiri zonarị m ihu gị?
Why, O Lord, do you spurn me, and hide your face from me?
15 Site na mgbe okorobịa m, abụ m onye a na-esogbu, onye nọkwa ọnwụ nso; ataala m ahụhụ oke ụjọ gị, anọ m nʼọnọdụ ịda mba.
From my youth I am wretched and dying, I am numbed by the terrors I bear.
16 Oke iwe gị agabigala nʼahụ m; ihe egwu gị alaala m nʼiyi.
The fires of your wrath have passed over me, your terrors destroy me,
17 Ha na-agba m gburugburu ụbọchị niile dịka idee mmiri; ha gbara m gburugburu nʼakụkụ niile.
surging around me forever, hemming me in altogether.
18 Ị napụla m ndị enyi m na ndị m hụrụ nʼanya; ọchịchịrị bụ enyi m nọkarịsịrị m nso.
Those who love me you put far from me; the dark is my only friend.
