स्तोत्र ग्रन्थ 88

1A canticle of a psalm for the sons of Core: unto the end, for Maheleth, to answer understanding of Eman the Ezrahite.

2O Lord, the God of my salvation: I have cried in the day, and in the night before thee.

3Let my prayer come in before thee: incline thy ear to my petition.

4For my soul is filled with evils: and my life hath drawn nigh to hell.

5I am counted among them that go down to the pit: I am become as a man without help,

6Free among the dead. Like the slain sleeping in the sepulchres, whom thou rememberest no more: and they are cast off from thy hand.

7They have laid me in the lower pit: in the dark places, and in the shadow of death.

8Thy wrath is strong over me: and all thy waves thou hast brought in upon me.

9Thou hast put away my acquaintance far from me: they have set me an abomination to themselves. I was delivered up, and came not forth:

10My eyes languished through poverty. All the day I cried to thee, O Lord: I stretched out my hands to thee.

11Wilt thou shew wonders to the dead? or shall physicians raise to life, and give praise to thee?

12Shall any one in the sepulchre declare thy mercy: and thy truth in destruction?

13Shall thy wonders be known in the dark; and thy justice in the land of forgetfulness?

14But I, O Lord, have cried to thee: and in the morning my prayer shall prevent thee.

15Lord, why castest thou off my prayer: why turnest thou away thy face from me?

16I am poor, and in labours from my youth: and being exalted have been humbled and troubled.

17Thy wrath hath come upon me: and thy terrors have troubled me.

18They have come round about me like water all the day: they have compassed me about together.

19Friend and neighbour thou hast put far from me: and my acquaintance, because of misery.

1Canticum Psalmi, filiis Core, in finem, pro Maheleth ad respondendum. Intellectus Eman Ezrahitæ.

2[Domine, Deus salutis meæ, in die clamavi et nocte coram te.

3Intret in conspectu tuo oratio mea, inclina aurem tuam ad precem meam.

4Quia repleta est malis anima mea, et vita mea inferno appropinquavit.

5Æstimatus sum cum descendentibus in lacum, factus sum sicut homo sine adjutorio,

6inter mortuos liber; sicut vulnerati dormientes in sepulchris, quorum non es memor amplius, et ipsi de manu tua repulsi sunt.

7Posuerunt me in lacu inferiori, in tenebrosis, et in umbra mortis.

8Super me confirmatus est furor tuus, et omnes fluctus tuos induxisti super me.

9Longe fecisti notos meos a me; posuerunt me abominationem sibi. Traditus sum, et non egrediebar;

10oculi mei languerunt præ inopia. Clamavi ad te, Domine, tota die; expandi ad te manus meas.

11Numquid mortuis facies mirabilia? aut medici suscitabunt, et confitebuntur tibi?

12Numquid narrabit aliquis in sepulchro misericordiam tuam, et veritatem tuam in perditione?

13Numquid cognoscentur in tenebris mirabilia tua? et justitia tua in terra oblivionis?

14Et ego ad te, Domine, clamavi, et mane oratio mea præveniet te.

15Ut quid, Domine, repellis orationem meam; avertis faciem tuam a me?

16Pauper sum ego, et in laboribus a juventute mea; exaltatus autem, humiliatus sum et conturbatus.

17In me transierunt iræ tuæ, et terrores tui conturbaverunt me:

18circumdederunt me sicut aqua tota die; circumdederunt me simul.

19Elongasti a me amicum et proximum, et notos meos a miseria.]

1A Canticle Psalm to the sons of Korah. Unto the end. For Mahalath, to answer the understanding of Heman the Ezrahite.

2O Lord, God of my salvation: I have cried out, day and night, in your presence.

3Let my prayer enter in your sight. Incline your ear to my petition.

4For my soul has been filled with evils, and my life has drawn near to Hell.

5I am considered to be among those who will descend into the pit. I have become like a man without assistance,

6idle among the dead. I am like the wounded sleeping in sepulchers, whom you no longer remember, and who have been repelled by your hand.

7They have lain me in the lower pit: in dark places and in the shadow of death.

8Your fury has been confirmed over me. And you have brought all your waves upon me.

9You have sent my acquaintances far from me. They have set me as an abomination to themselves. I was handed over, yet I did not depart.

10My eyes languished before destitution. All day long, I cried out to you, O Lord. I stretched out my hands to you.

11Will you perform wonders for the dead? Or will physicians raise to life, and so confess to you?

12Could anyone declare your mercy in the sepulcher, or your truth from within perdition?

13Will your wonders be known in the darkness, or your justice in the land of oblivion?

14And I have cried out to you, O Lord, and in early morning, my prayer will come before you.

15Lord, why do you reject my prayer? Why do you turn your face away from me?

16I am poor, and I have been amid hardships from my youth. And, though I have been exalted, I am humbled and disturbed.

17Your wrath has crossed into me, and your terrors have disturbed me.

18They have surrounded me like water, all day long. They have surrounded me, all at once.

19Friend and neighbor, and my acquaintances, you have sent far away from me, away from misery.