Psalmus 87 (88)
Psalm 87 (88)
Hominis graviter ægrotantis oratio
Prayer for the seriously ill
Hæc est hora vestra et potestas tenebrarum (Lc 22, 53).
Now is your hour, and the power of darkness (Lk 22:53).
Dómine, Deus salútis meæ, * in die clamávi et nocte coram te.
O Lord, the God of my salvation: I have cried in the day, and in the night before thee.
Intret in conspéctu tuo orátio mea; * inclína aurem tuam ad precem meam.
Let my prayer come in before thee: incline thy ear to my petition.
Quia repléta est malis ánima mea, * et vita mea inférno appropinquávit.
For my soul is filled with evils: and my life hath drawn nigh to hell.
Æstimátus sum cum descendéntibus in lacum, * factus sum sicut homo sine adiutório.
I am counted among them that go down to the pit: I am become as a man without help,
Inter mórtuos liber, * sicut vulneráti dormiéntes in sepúlcris;
free among the dead. Like the slain sleeping in the sepulchres,
quorum non es memor ámplius, * et ipsi de manu tua abscíssi sunt.
whom thou rememberest no more: and they are cast off from thy hand.
Posuísti me in lacu inferióri, * in tenebrósis et in umbra mortis.
They have laid me in the lower pit: in the dark places, and in the shadow of death.
Super me gravátus est furor tuus, * et omnes fluctus tuos induxísti super me.
Thy wrath is strong over me: and all thy waves thou hast brought in upon me.
Longe fecísti notos meos a me, * posuísti me abominatiónem eis;
Thou hast put away my acquaintance far from me: they have set me an abomination to themselves.
conclúsus sum et non egrédiar. * Oculi mei languérunt præ afflictióne.
I was delivered up, and came not forth: my eyes languished through poverty.
Clamávi ad te, Dómine, tota die, * expándi ad te manus meas.
All the day I cried to thee, O Lord: I stretched out my hands to thee.
Numquid mórtuis fácies mirabília, * aut surgent umbræ et confitebúntur tibi?
Wilt thou shew wonders to the dead? or shall physicians raise to life, and give praise to thee?
Numquid narrábit áliquis in sepúlcro misericórdiam tuam * et veritátem tuam in loco perditiónis?
Shall any one in the sepulchre declare thy mercy: and thy truth in destruction?
Numquid cognoscéntur in ténebris mirabília tua * et iustítia tua in terra obliviónis?
Shall thy wonders be known in the dark; and thy justice in the land of forgetfulness?
Et ego ad te, Dómine, clamávi, * et mane orátio mea prævéniet te.
But I, O Lord, have cried to thee: and in the morning my prayer shall prevent thee.
Ut quid, Dómine, repéllis ánimam meam, * abscóndis fáciem tuam a me?
Lord, why castest thou off my prayer: why turnest thou away thy face from me?
Pauper sum ego et móriens a iuventúte mea; * portávi pavóres tuos et conturbátus sum.
I am poor, and in labours from my youth: and being exalted have been humbled and troubled.
Super me transiérunt iræ tuæ, * et terróres tui excidérunt me.
Thy wrath hath come upon me: and thy terrors have troubled me.
Circuiérunt me sicut aqua tota die, * circumdedérunt me simul.
They have come round about me like water all the day: they have compassed me about together.
Elongásti a me amícum et próximum, * et noti mei sunt ténebræ.
Friend and neighbour thou hast put far from me: and my acquaintance, because of misery.
