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Psalm 88:15 - American Standard Version (1901)

15 I am afflicted and ready to die from my youth up: While I suffer thy terrors I am distracted.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

15 I am afflicted and ready to die From my youth up: While I suffer thy terrors I am distracted.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

15 I was afflicted and close to death from my youth up; while I suffer Your terrors I am distracted [I faint].

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Common English Bible

15 Since I was young I’ve been afflicted, I’ve been dying. I’ve endured your terrors. I’m lifeless.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

15 Justice and judgment are the preparation of your throne. Mercy and truth will precede your face.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

15 justice and judgment are the preparation of thy throne. Mercy and truth shall go before thy face:

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Psalm 88:15
13 পৰস্পৰ সংযোগসমূহ  

For the arrows of the Almighty are within me, The poison whereof my spirit drinketh up: The terrors of God do set themselves in array against me.


And being in an agony he prayed more earnestly; and his sweat became as it were great drops of blood falling down upon the ground.


Yet it pleased Jehovah to bruise him; he hath put him to grief: when thou shalt make his soul an offering for sin, he shall see his seed, he shall prolong his days, and the pleasure of Jehovah shall prosper in his hand.


For all the day long have I been plagued, And chastened every morning.


Awake, O sword, against my shepherd, and against the man that is my fellow, saith Jehovah of hosts: smite the shepherd, and the sheep shall be scattered; and I will turn my hand upon the little ones.


He was despised, and rejected of men; a man of sorrows, and acquainted with grief: and as one from whom men hide their face he was despised; and we esteemed him not.


My spirit is consumed, my days are extinct, The grave is ready for me.


I cry unto thee, and thou dost not answer me: I stand up, and thou gazest at me.


For thou art the God of my strength; why hast thou cast me off? Why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?


For our soul is bowed down to the dust: Our body cleaveth unto the earth.


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