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Psalm 88:7 - New Revised Standard Version Updated Edition 2021

7 Your wrath lies heavy upon me, and you overwhelm me with all your waves. Selah

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

7 Thy wrath lieth hard upon me, And thou hast afflicted me with all thy waves. Selah.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

7 Your wrath lies hard upon me, and You have afflicted me with all Your waves. Selah [pause, and calmly think of that]! [Ps. 42:7.]

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American Standard Version (1901)

7 Thy wrath lieth hard upon me, And thou hast afflicted me with all thy waves. [Selah

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Common English Bible

7 Your anger smothers me; you subdue me with it, wave after wave. Selah

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Catholic Public Domain Version

7 For who among the clouds is equal to the Lord? Who among the sons of God is like God?

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Psalm 88:7
14 Cross References  

Deep calls to deep at the thunder of your torrents; all your waves and your billows have gone over me.


He himself bore our sins in his body on the cross, so that, having died to sins, we might live for righteousness; by his wounds you have been healed.


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


Whoever believes in the Son has eternal life; whoever disobeys the Son will not see life but must endure God’s wrath.


You cast me into the deep, into the heart of the seas, and the flood surrounded me; all your waves and your billows passed over me.


because of your indignation and anger, for you have lifted me up and thrown me aside.


For we are consumed by your anger; by your wrath we are overwhelmed.


O Lord, do not rebuke me in your anger or discipline me in your wrath.


For day and night your hand was heavy upon me; my strength was dried up as by the heat of summer. Selah


Bold as a lion you hunt me; you repeat your exploits against me.


I am weary with my crying; my throat is parched. My eyes grow dim with waiting for my God.


Then I said, ‘I am driven away from your sight; how shall I look again upon your holy temple?’


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