Psalms 87

A song of a Psalm for the sons of Core for the end, upon Maeleth for responsive strains, of instruction for Æman the Israelite.

Ὠδὴ ψαλμοῦ τοῖς υἱοῖς Κορὲ, εἰς τὸ τέλος, ὑπὲρ μαελὲθ τοῦ ἀποκριθῆναι, συνέσεως Αἰμὰν τῷ Ἰσραηλίτῃ.

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

Κύριε ὁ Θεὸς τῆς σωτηρίας μου, ἡμέρας ἐκέκραξα καὶ ἐν νυκτὶ ἐναντίον σου.

Let my prayer come in before thee; incline thine ear to my supplication, O Lord.

Εἰσελθέτω ἐνώπιόν σου ἡ προσευχή μου, κλῖνον τὸ οὖς σου εἰς τὴν δέησίν μου, Κύριε.

For my soul is filled with troubles, and my life has drawn nigh to Hades.

Ὅτι ἐπλήσθη κακῶν ἡ ψυχή μου, καὶ ἡ ζωή μου τῷ ᾅδῃ ἤγγισε.

I have been reckoned with them that go down to the pit; I became as a man without help;

Προσελογίσθην μετὰ τῶν καταβαινόντων εἰς λάκκον, ἐγενήθην ὡς ἄνθρωπος ἀβοήθητος,

free among the dead, as the slain ones cast out, who sleep in the tomb; whom thou rememberest no more; and they are rejected from thy hand.

ἐν νεκροῖς ἐλεύθερος, ὡσεὶ τραυματίαι ἐῤῥιμμένοι καθεύδοντες ἐν τάφῳ, ὧν οὐκ ἐμνήσθης ἔτι, καὶ αὐτοὶ ἐκ τῆς χειρός σου ἀπώσθησαν.

They laid me in the lowest pit, in dark places, and in the shadow of death.

Ἔθεντό με ἐν λάκκῳ κατωτάτῳ, ἐν σκοτεινοῖς καὶ ἐν σκιᾷ θανάτου.

Thy wrath has pressed heavily upon me, and thou hast brought upon me all thy billows. Pause.

Ἐπʼ ἐμὲ ἐπεστηρίχθη ὁ θυμός σου, καὶ πάντας τοὺς μετεωρισμούς σου ἐπήγαγες ἐπʼ ἐμέ· διάψαλμα.

Thou hast removed my acquaintance far from me; they have made me an abomination to themselves; I have been delivered up, and have not gone forth.

Ἐμάκρυνας τοὺς γνωστούς μου ἀπʼ ἐμοῦ, ἔθεντό με βδέλυγμα ἑαυτοῖς· παρεδόθην καὶ οὐκ ἐξεπορευόμην.

Mine eyes are dimmed from poverty; but I cried to thee, O Lord, all the day; I spread forth my hands to thee.

Οἱ ὀφθαλμοί μου ἠσθένησαυ ἀπὸ πτωχείας· καὶ ἐκέκραξα πρὸς σὲ Κύριε ὅλην τὴν ἡμέραν, διεπέτασα πρὸς σὲ τὰς χεῖράς μου.

Wilt thou work wonders for the dead? or shall physicians raise them up, that they shall praise thee?

Μὴ τοῖς νεκροῖς ποιήσεις θαυμάσια, ἢ ἰατροὶ ἀναστήσουσι καὶ ἐξομολογήσονταί σοι;

Shall any one declare thy mercy in the tomb? and thy truth in destruction?

Μὴ διηγήσεταί τις ἐν τάφῳ τὸ ἔλεός σου, καὶ τὴν ἀλήθειάν σου ἐν τῇ ἀπωλείᾳ;

Shall thy wonders be known in darkness? and thy righteousness in a forgotten land?

Μὴ γνωσθήσεται ἐν τῷ σκότει τὰ θαυμάσιά σου, καὶ ἡ δικαιοσύνη σου ἐν γῇ ἐπιλελησμένῃ;

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

Κᾀγὼ πρὸς σὲ Κύριε ἐκέκραξα, καὶ τοπρωῒ ἡ προσευχή μου προφθάσει σε.

Wherefore, O Lord, dost thou reject my prayer, and turn thy face away from me?

Ἱνατί Κύριε ἀπωθεῖς τὴν προσευχήν μου, ἀποστρέφεις τὸ πρόσωπόν σου ἀπʼ ἐμοῦ;

I am poor and in troubles from my youth; and having been exalted, I was brought low and into despair.

Πτωχός εἰμι ἐγὼ καὶ ἐν κόποις ἐκ νεότητός μου, ὑψωθεὶς δὲ ἐταπεινώθην καὶ ἐξηπορήθην.

Thy wrath has passed over me; and thy terrors have greatly disquieted me.

Ἐπʼ ἐμὲ διῆλθον αἱ ὀργαί σου, καὶ οἱ φοβερισμοί σου ἐξετάραξάν με.

They compassed me like water; all the day they beset me together.

Ἐκύκλωσάν με ὡς ὕδωρ, ὅλην τὴν ἡμέραν περιέσχον με ἅμα.

Thou hast put far from me every friend, and mine acquaintances because of my wretchedness.

Ἐμάκρυνας ἀπʼ ἐμοῦ φίλον, καὶ τοὺς γνωστούς μου ἀπὸ ταλαιπωρίας.