Psalmi 88
1 Koraha bērnu dziesma, dziedātāju vadonim, ar stabulēm dziedama. Hemana, Ezraka dēla, pamācība. Kungs, Dievs, mans Pestītājs, es Tevi piesaucu dienām naktīm.
A Song. A Psalm. Of the sons of Korah. To the chief music-maker; put to Mahalath Leannoth. Maschil. Of Heman the Ezrahite. O Lord, God of my salvation, I have been crying to you for help by day and by night:
2 Lai nāk mana lūgšana Tavā priekšā, atgriez Savu ausi pie manas kliegšanas.
Let my prayer come before you; give ear to my cry:
For my soul is full of evils, and my life has come near to the underworld. (Sheol h7585)
4 Es topu līdzināts tiem, kas bedrē nogrimst, es esmu kā vīrs, kam spēka nav.
I am numbered among those who go down into the earth; I have become like a man for whom there is no help:
5 Pie tiem nomirušiem es esmu piešķirts, tā kā tie nokautie, kas kapā guļ, ko Tu vairs nepiemini, un kas no Tavas rokas ir atšķirti.
My soul is among the dead, like those in the underworld, to whom you give no more thought; for they are cut off from your care.
6 Tu mani esi licis visdziļākā bedrē, tumsībā un dziļumā.
You have put me in the lowest deep, even in dark places.
7 Tava bardzība mani spiež, Tu mani apbēdini ar visiem Saviem plūdiem. (Sela)
The weight of your wrath is crushing me, all your waves have overcome me. (Selah)
8 Manus draugus Tu esi licis tālu no manis, tiem Tu mani esi darījis par negantību: es esmu kā cietumā un nevaru tikt ārā.
You have sent my friends far away from me; you have made me a disgusting thing in their eyes: I am shut up, and not able to come out.
9 Mana acs īgst no bēdām, ak Kungs. Es Tevi piesaucu ikdienas, es izstiepju savas rokas uz Tevi.
My eyes are wasting away because of my trouble: Lord, my cry has gone up to you every day, my hands are stretched out to you.
10 Vai tad Tu pie mirušiem darīsi brīnumus? Jeb vai aizmigušie celsies un Tev pateiksies? (Sela)
Will you do works of wonder for the dead? will the shades come back to give you praise? (Selah)
11 Vai kapā sludinās Tavu žēlastību un Tavu uzticību nāves vietā?
Will the story of your mercy be given in the house of the dead? will news of your faith come to the place of destruction?
12 Vai Tavus brīnumus tumsībā atzīs un Tavu taisnību tai zemē, kur neko vairs nepiemin?
May there be knowledge of your wonders in the dark? or of your righteousness where memory is dead?
13 Bet es Tevi piesaucu, Kungs, un mana lūgšana nāk agri Tavā priekšā.
But to you did I send up my cry, O Lord; in the morning my prayer came before you.
14 Kāpēc Tu atstūmi, Kungs, manu dvēseli un paslēpi Savu vaigu priekš manis?
Lord, why have you sent away my soul? why is your face covered from me?
15 Es esmu bēdīgs un novārdzis no pašas jaunības, es ciešu Tavas briesmas, ka es gandrīz izmistu.
I have been troubled and in fear of death from the time when I was young; your wrath is hard on me, and I have no strength.
16 Tava bardzība iet pār mani, Tavas briesmas mani nospaida.
The heat of your wrath has gone over me; I am broken by your cruel punishments.
17 Tās mani apņem kā ūdens plūdi cauru dienu, tās visai(pilnīgi) mani apstāj.
They are round me all the day like water; they have made a circle about me.
18 Tu dari, ka draugi un tuvākie paliek tālu nost no manis; mani pazīstamie priekš manis apslēpjās.
You have sent my friends and lovers far from me; I am gone from the memory of those who are dear to me.
