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Psalm 88:9 - Douy-Rheims Bible Challoner Revision

9 6 Thy wrath hath come upon me: and thy terrors have troubled me.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

9 Mine eye mourneth by reason of affliction: LORD, I have called daily upon thee, I have stretched out my hands unto thee.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

9 My eye grows dim because of sorrow and affliction. Lord, I have called daily on You; I have spread forth my hands to You.

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American Standard Version (1901)

9 Mine eye wasteth away by reason of affliction: I have called daily upon thee, O Jehovah; I have spread forth my hands unto thee.

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Common English Bible

9 My eyes are tired of looking at my suffering. I’ve been calling out to you every day, LORD— I’ve had my hands outstretched to you!

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Catholic Public Domain Version

9 O Lord, God of hosts, who is like you? You are powerful, Lord, and your truth is all around you.

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Psalm 88:9
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8 And thou shalt have confidence, hope being set before thee, and being buried thou shalt sleep secure.


0 For thou art great and dost wonderful things: thou art God alone.


Blessed be the Lord my God, who teacheth my hands to fight, and my fingers to war.


7 For I am ready for scourges : and my sorrow is continually before me.


3 When he had said these things, he cried with a loud voice: Lazarus, come forth.


9 Therefore thus saith the Lord God: As I live, I will lay upon his head the oath he hath despised, and the covenant he hath broken.


6 For the Lord hath built up Sion: and he shall be seen in his glory.


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:


I have laboured with crying; my jaws are become hoarse: my eyes have failed, whilst I hope in my God.


Unto the end, for a people that is removed at a distance from the sanctuary for David, for an inscription of a title (or pillar ) when the Philistines held him in Geth. Have mercy on me, O God, for man hath trodden me under foot; all the day long he hath afflicted me fighting against me.


Unto the end, for them that shall be changed, for the sons of Core, for understanding. A canticle for the Beloved. My heart hath uttered a good word I speak my works to the king; My tongue is the pen of a scrivener that writeth swiftly.


0 Whilst my bones are broken, my enemies who trouble me have reproached me; Whilst they say to me day be day : Where is thy God?


If I have rendered to them that repaid me evils, let me deservedly fall empty before my enemies.


2 They have turned night into day, and after darkness I hope for light again.


Deliver me O Lord, and set me beside thee, and let any man's hand fight against me.


If we begin to speak to thee, perhaps thou wilt take it ill, but who can withhold the words he hath conceived?


9 But my enemies live, and are stronger that I : and they hate me wrongfully are multiplied.


5 He. He hath filled me with bitterness, he hath inebriated me with wormwood.


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