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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
19 Cross References  

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


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


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


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


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


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.


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


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?


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.


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.


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


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


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


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:


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


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.


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


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