Psalms 88
1 A canticle of a psalm for the sons of Core: unto the end, for Maheleth, to answer understanding of Eman the Ezrahite. O Lord, the God of my salvation: I have cried in the day, and in the night before thee.
Kora mma dwom a wɔde ma dwomkyerɛfoɔ sɛ wɔnto no “Mahalat Leannot” sankuo so. Esrahini Heman ɔhaw ne amanehunu dwom. Ao Awurade, me nkwagyeɛ Onyankopɔn mesu wɔ wʼanim adekyeeɛ ne adesaeɛ.
2 Let my prayer come in before thee: incline thy ear to my petition.
Ma me mpaeɛbɔ nnuru wʼanim; brɛ wʼaso ase tie me sufrɛ.
Ɔhaw ahyɛ me kra ma na me nkwa rebɛn owuo. (Sheol h7585)
4 I am counted among them that go down to the pit: I am become as a man without help,
Wɔkan me fra wɔn a wɔrekɔ damena mu; mete sɛ obi a ɔnni ahoɔden.
5 Free among the dead. Like the slain sleeping in the sepulchres, whom thou rememberest no more: and they are cast off from thy hand.
Wɔayi me asi nkyɛn wɔ awufoɔ mu, te sɛ atɔfoɔ a wɔdeda ɛda mu, wɔn a wonkae wɔn bio, na wonhwɛ wɔn bio.
6 They have laid me in the lower pit: in the dark places, and in the shadow of death.
Woato me atwene damena ase tɔnn, wɔ esum kabii mu.
7 Thy wrath is strong over me: and all thy waves thou hast brought in upon me.
Wʼabofuhyeɛ ayɛ duru wɔ me so; woama wʼasorɔkye nyinaa abu afa me so.
8 Thou hast put away my acquaintance far from me: they have set me an abomination to themselves. I was delivered up, and came not forth:
Woafa me nnamfonom a wɔbɛn me afiri me nkyɛn woama me ho ayɛ wɔn ahi. Woaka me ahyɛ mu na mentumi nnwane;
9 My eyes languished through poverty. All the day I cried to thee, O Lord: I stretched out my hands to thee.
awerɛhoɔ ama mʼani so ayɛ kusuu. Ao Awurade mesu frɛ wo da biara; metrɛ me nsam kyerɛ wo.
10 Wilt thou shew wonders to the dead? or shall physicians raise to life, and give praise to thee?
Woyɛ anwanwadeɛ kyerɛ awufoɔ anaa? Wɔn a wɔawuwu no sɔre kamfo wo anaa?
11 Shall any one in the sepulchre declare thy mercy: and thy truth in destruction?
Wɔka wʼadɔeɛ ho asɛm wɔ ɛda mu anaa, anaasɛ wo nokorɛ ho asɛm wɔ ɔsɛeɛ kurom?
12 Shall thy wonders be known in the dark; and thy justice in the land of forgetfulness?
Wɔhunu wʼanwanwadeɛ wɔ beaeɛ a ɛhɔ aduru sum, anaa wo tenenee nnwuma wɔ awerɛfirie asase so?
13 But I, O Lord, have cried to thee: and in the morning my prayer shall prevent thee.
Nanso Ao Awurade, mesu frɛ wo sɛ boa me; me mpaeɛbɔ duru wʼanim adekyeeɛ mu
14 Lord, why castest thou off my prayer: why turnest thou away thy face from me?
Ao Awurade, adɛn nti na wopo me na wode wʼanim hinta me?
15 I am poor, and in labours from my youth: and being exalted have been humbled and troubled.
Mahunu amane firi me mmɔfraase na mabɛn owuo; wʼahunahuna ama mabrɛ na mapa aba.
16 Thy wrath hath come upon me: and thy terrors have troubled me.
Wʼabofuhyeɛ abu afa me so; wʼahunahuna asɛe me.
17 They have come round about me like water all the day: they have compassed me about together.
Daa nyinaa wɔtwa me ho hyia sɛ nsuyire, na wɔabu afa me so koraa.
18 Friend and neighbour thou hast put far from me: and my acquaintance, because of misery.
Woafa mʼayɔnkofoɔ ne mʼadɔfoɔ afiri me nkyɛn kɔ; na esum ayɛ mʼadamfo brɛboɔ.
