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Psalm 88:15 - New Revised Standard Version

Wretched and close to death from my youth up, I suffer your terrors; I am desperate.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

I am afflicted and ready to die From my youth up: While I suffer thy terrors I am distracted.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

I was afflicted and close to death from my youth up; while I suffer Your terrors I am distracted [I faint].

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American Standard Version (1901)

I am afflicted and ready to die from my youth up: While I suffer thy terrors I am distracted.

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Common English Bible

Since I was young I’ve been afflicted, I’ve been dying. I’ve endured your terrors. I’m lifeless.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

Justice and judgment are the preparation of your throne. Mercy and truth will precede your face.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

justice and judgment are the preparation of thy throne. Mercy and truth shall go before thy face:

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Psalm 88:15
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My spirit is broken, my days are extinct, the grave is ready for me.


I cry to you and you do not answer me; I stand, and you merely look at me.


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


For you are the God in whom I take refuge; why have you cast me off? Why must I walk about mournfully because of the oppression of the enemy?


For we sink down to the dust; our bodies cling to the ground.


For all day long I have been plagued, and am punished every morning.


Yet it was the will of the Lord to crush him with pain. When you make his life an offering for sin, he shall see his offspring, and shall prolong his days; through him the will of the Lord shall prosper.


He was despised and rejected by others; a man of suffering and acquainted with infirmity; and as one from whom others hide their faces he was despised, and we held him of no account.


“Awake, O sword, against my shepherd, against the man who is my associate,” says the Lord of hosts. Strike the shepherd, that the sheep may be scattered; I will turn my hand against the little ones.


In his anguish he prayed more earnestly, and his sweat became like great drops of blood falling down on the ground.]