Nnwom 88
1 Esrahini Heman ɔhaw ne amanehunu dwom. Ao Awurade, me nkwagyeɛ Onyankopɔn mesu wɔ wʼanim adekyeeɛ ne adesaeɛ.
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 Ma me mpaeɛbɔ nnuru wʼanim; brɛ wʼaso ase tie me sufrɛ.
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 Wɔkan me fra wɔn a wɔrekɔ damena mu; mete sɛ obi a ɔnni ahoɔden.
I am counted with those who go down to the pit; without strength am I.
5 Wɔayi me asi nkyɛn wɔ awufoɔ mu, te sɛ atɔfoɔ a wɔdeda ɛda mu, wɔn a wonkae wɔn bio, na wonhwɛ wɔn bio.
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 Woato me atwene damena ase tɔnn, wɔ esum kabii mu.
In the deepest pit you have put me, in shadows deep and dark.
7 Wʼabofuhyeɛ ayɛ duru wɔ me so; woama wʼasorɔkye nyinaa abu afa me so.
Your wrath lies heavy upon me, waves of your anger roll over me. (Selah)
8 Woafa me nnamfonom a wɔbɛn me afiri me nkyɛn woama me ho ayɛ wɔn ahi. Woaka me ahyɛ mu na mentumi nnwane;
You have put my friends far from me, you have made them shun me. I am shut in, and cannot escape,
9 awerɛhoɔ ama mʼani so ayɛ kusuu. Ao Awurade mesu frɛ wo da biara; metrɛ me nsam kyerɛ wo.
my eyes are wasted with sorrow. I call on you, Lord, every day, spreading my hands out to you.
10 Woyɛ anwanwadeɛ kyerɛ awufoɔ anaa? Wɔn a wɔawuwu no sɔre kamfo wo anaa?
For the dead can you work wonders? Can the shades rise again to praise you? (Selah)
11 Wɔka wʼadɔeɛ ho asɛm wɔ ɛda mu anaa, anaasɛ wo nokorɛ ho asɛm wɔ ɔsɛeɛ kurom?
Can your kindness be told in the grave, your faithfulness in the tomb?
12 Wɔhunu wʼanwanwadeɛ wɔ beaeɛ a ɛhɔ aduru sum, anaa wo tenenee nnwuma wɔ awerɛfirie asase so?
Can your wonders be known in the darkness, or your help in the land of forgetfulness?
13 Nanso Ao Awurade, mesu frɛ wo sɛ boa me; me mpaeɛbɔ duru wʼanim adekyeeɛ mu
I cry for help to you, in the morning my prayer comes before you.
14 Ao Awurade, adɛn nti na wopo me na wode wʼanim hinta me?
Why, O Lord, do you spurn me, and hide your face from me?
15 Mahunu amane firi me mmɔfraase na mabɛn owuo; wʼahunahuna ama mabrɛ na mapa aba.
From my youth I am wretched and dying, I am numbed by the terrors I bear.
16 Wʼabofuhyeɛ abu afa me so; wʼahunahuna asɛe me.
The fires of your wrath have passed over me, your terrors destroy me,
17 Daa nyinaa wɔtwa me ho hyia sɛ nsuyire, na wɔabu afa me so koraa.
surging around me forever, hemming me in altogether.
18 Woafa mʼayɔnkofoɔ ne mʼadɔfoɔ afiri me nkyɛn kɔ; na esum ayɛ mʼadamfo brɛboɔ.
Those who love me you put far from me; the dark is my only friend.
