Faarfannaa 88
1 Dura Buʼaa Faarfattootaatiif. Faarfannaa Ilmaan Qooraahi kan maahilaati liinootiin Faarfatame. Maskiilii Heemaan Izraahichaa. Yaa Waaqayyo, Waaqa na fayyiftu, ani halkanii fi guyyaa fuula kee duratti nan iyyadha.
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 Kadhannaan koo fuula kee duratti haa dhiʼaatu; atis gurra kee gara iyyannaa kootiitti qabi.
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 Ani warra boolla keessa buʼanitti nan lakkaaʼame; akka nama humna hin qabnees nan taʼe.
I am counted with those who go down to the pit; without strength am I.
5 Ani akka nama gorraʼamee awwaala keessa ciisuutti, akka nama ati deebitee hin yaadanneetti, akka warra eegumsa kee jalaa baʼaniitti, warra duʼan wajjin gatameera.
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 Ati boolla gad fagoo keessa, dukkana hamaa keessas na buufteerta.
In the deepest pit you have put me, in shadows deep and dark.
7 Dheekkamsi kee ulfaatee narra ciiseera; dambalii kee hundas narra garagalchiteerta.
Your wrath lies heavy upon me, waves of your anger roll over me. (Selah)
8 Michoota koo narraa fageessiteerta; isaan biratti jibbamaa na gooteerta; akka ani jalaa hin baanettis balballi natti cufameera.
You have put my friends far from me, you have made them shun me. I am shut in, and cannot escape,
9 Iji koo gaddaan dadhabeera. Yaa Waaqayyo, ani guyyuma guyyaan sin waammadha; harka koo illee gara keetti nan balʼifadha.
my eyes are wasted with sorrow. I call on you, Lord, every day, spreading my hands out to you.
10 Ati dinqii kee warra duʼanitti ni argisiiftaa? Warri duʼanis kaʼanii si galateeffatuu?
For the dead can you work wonders? Can the shades rise again to praise you? (Selah)
11 Jaalalli kee awwaala keessatti, amanamummaan kee immoo Qilee keessatti ni labsamaa?
Can your kindness be told in the grave, your faithfulness in the tomb?
12 Dinqiiwwan kee dukkana keessatti, yookaan qajeelummaan kee biyya irraanfannaa keessatti ni beekamaa?
Can your wonders be known in the darkness, or your help in the land of forgetfulness?
13 Yaa Waaqayyo, ani garuu akka ati na gargaartuuf gara keetti nan iyyadha; ganamaanis kadhannaan koo fuula kee duratti ni dhiʼaata.
I cry for help to you, in the morning my prayer comes before you.
14 Yaa Waaqayyo, ati maaliif na gatta? Fuula kees maaliif na duraa dhokfatta?
Why, O Lord, do you spurn me, and hide your face from me?
15 Ani ijoollummaa kootii jalqabee rakkadhee duʼuu gaʼeen ture; naasisuun kee na dhiphiseera; abdiis kutadheera.
From my youth I am wretched and dying, I am numbed by the terrors I bear.
16 Dheekkamsi kee narra yaaʼe; naasisuun kees na balleesseera.
The fires of your wrath have passed over me, your terrors destroy me,
17 Isaan guyyaa guutuu akkuma lolaa bishaanii na marsu; guutumaan guutuuttis na liqimsaniiru.
surging around me forever, hemming me in altogether.
18 Michoota koo fi warra na jaallatan narraa fudhatteerta; dukkana qofatu michuu naa taʼe.
Those who love me you put far from me; the dark is my only friend.
