Cross References

Psalm 88:3

New American Bible - revised edition

Let my prayer come before you; incline your ear to my cry.

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His soul draws near to the pit, his life to the place of the dead.

They loathed all manner of food; they were at the gates of death.

They rose up to the heavens, sank to the depths; their hearts trembled at the danger.

A prayer of David. Hear, Lord, my plea for justice; pay heed to my cry; Listen to my prayer from lips without guile.

I cry aloud to God, I cry to God to hear me.

He was spurned and avoided by men, a man of suffering, knowing pain, Like one from whom you turn your face, spurned, and we held him in no esteem.