Psalm 88:15 - English Standard Version 2016

¹⁵ Afflicted and close to death from my youth up, I suffer your terrors; I am helpless.

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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.

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].

American Standard Version (1901)

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

Common English Bible

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

Catholic Public Domain Version

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

Psalm 88:15 পৰস্পৰ সংযোগসমূহ

Job 6:4

For the arrows of the Almighty are in me; my spirit drinks their poison; the terrors of God are arrayed against me.

Luke 22:44

And being in agony he prayed more earnestly; and his sweat became like great drops of blood falling down to the ground.

Isaiah 53:10

Yet it was the will of the Lord to crush him; he has put him to grief; when his soul makes an offering for guilt, he shall see his offspring; he shall prolong his days; the will of the Lord shall prosper in his hand.

Psalm 73:14

For all the day long I have been stricken and rebuked every morning.

Zechariah 13:7

“Awake, O sword, against my shepherd, against the man who stands next to me,” declares the Lord of hosts. “Strike the shepherd, and the sheep will be scattered; I will turn my hand against the little ones.

Isaiah 53:3

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

Job 17:1

“My spirit is broken; my days are extinct; the graveyard is ready for me.

Job 30:20

I cry to you for help and you do not answer me; I stand, and you only look at me.

Psalm 43:2

For you are the God in whom I take refuge; why have you rejected me? Why do I go about mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?

Psalm 44:25

For our soul is bowed down to the dust; our belly clings to the ground.