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Psalm 88:9 - Revised Standard Version

9 my eye grows dim through sorrow. Every day I call upon thee, O Lord; I spread out my hands to thee.

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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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“If you set your heart aright, you will stretch out your hands toward him.


be gracious to me, O Lord, for to thee do I cry all the day.


I stretch out my hands to thee; my soul thirsts for thee like a parched land. Selah


My heart throbs, my strength fails me; and the light of my eyes—it also has gone from me.


Then the word of the Lord came to me:


For I eat ashes like bread, and mingle tears with my drink,


O Lord, my God, I call for help by day; I cry out in the night before thee.


Let bronze be brought from Egypt; let Ethiopia hasten to stretch out her hands to God.


Evening and morning and at noon I utter my complaint and moan, and he will hear my voice.


If we had forgotten the name of our God, or spread forth our hands to a strange god,


My tears have been my food day and night, while men say to me continually, “Where is your God?”


My eye wastes away because of grief, it grows weak because of all my foes.


My eye has grown dim from grief, and all my members are like a shadow.


My friends scorn me; my eye pours out tears to God,


Why is light given to a man whose way is hid, whom God has hedged in?


Those who seek my life lay their snares, those who seek my hurt speak of ruin, and meditate treachery all the day long.


He has walled me about so that I cannot escape; he has put heavy chains on me;


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