87:1 A canticle of a psalm for the sons of Core: unto the end, for Maheleth, to answer, understanding of Eman, the Ezrahite.
Canticum Psalmi, filiis Core, in finem, pro Maheleth ad respondendum. Intellectus Eman Ezrahitæ.

87:2 O Lord, the God of my salvation: I have cried in the day, and in the night before thee.
Domine, Deus salutis meæ, in die clamavi et nocte coram te.

87:3 Let my prayer come in before thee: incline thy ear to my petition.
Intret in conspectu tuo oratio mea, inclina aurem tuam ad precem meam.

87:4 For my soul is filled with evils: and my life hath drawn nigh to hell.
Quia repleta est malis anima mea, et vita mea inferno appropinquavit.

87:5 I am counted among them that go down to the pit: I am become as a man without help,
Æstimatus sum cum descendentibus in lacum, factus sum sicut homo sine adjutorio,

87:6 free among the dead. Like the slain sleeping in the sepulchres, whom thou rememberest no more: and they are cast off from thy hand.
inter mortuos liber; sicut vulnerati dormientes in sepulchris, quorum non es memor amplius, et ipsi de manu tua repulsi sunt.

87:7 They have laid me in the lower pit: in the dark places, and in the shadow of death.
Posuerunt me in lacu inferiori, in tenebrosis, et in umbra mortis.

87:8 Thy wrath is strong over me: and all thy waves thou hast brought in upon me.
Super me confirmatus est furor tuus, et omnes fluctus tuos induxisti super me.

87:9 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:
Longe fecisti notos meos a me; posuerunt me abominationem sibi. Traditus sum, et non egrediebar;

87:10 my eyes languished through poverty. All the day I cried to thee, O Lord: I stretched out my hands to thee.
oculi mei languerunt præ inopia. Clamavi ad te, Domine, tota die; expandi ad te manus meas.

87:11 Wilt thou shew wonders to the dead? or shall physicians raise to life, and give praise to thee?
Numquid mortuis facies mirabilia? aut medici suscitabunt, et confitebuntur tibi?

87:12 Shall any one in the sepulchre declare thy mercy: and thy truth in destruction?
Numquid narrabit aliquis in sepulchro misericordiam tuam, et veritatem tuam in perditione?

87:13 Shall thy wonders be known in the dark; and thy justice in the land of forgetfulness?
Numquid cognoscentur in tenebris mirabilia tua? et justitia tua in terra oblivionis?

87:14 But I, O Lord, have cried to thee: and in the morning my prayers shall prevent thee.
Et ego ad te, Domine, clamavi, et mane oratio mea præveniet te.

87:15 Lord, why castest thou off my prayer: why turnest thou away thy face from me?
Ut quid, Domine, repellis orationem meam; avertis faciem tuam a me?

87:16 I am poor, and in labours from my youth: and being exalted, have been humbled and troubled.
Pauper sum ego, et in laboribus a juventute mea; exaltatus autem, humiliatus sum et conturbatus.

87:17 Thy wrath hath come upon me: and thy terrors have troubled me.
In me transierunt iræ tuæ, et terrores tui conturbaverunt me:

87:18 They have come round about me like water all the day: they have compassed me about together.
circumdederunt me sicut aqua tota die; circumdederunt me simul.

87:19 Friend and neighbour thou hast put far from me: and my acquaintance, because of misery.
Elongasti a me amicum et proximum, et notos meos a miseria.