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Psalm 88:5 - New Revised Standard Version

like those forsaken among the dead, like the slain that lie in the grave, like those whom you remember no more, for they are cut off from your hand.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

Free among the dead, like the slain that lie in the grave, Whom thou rememberest no more: And they are cut off from thy hand.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

Cast away among the dead, like the slain that lie in a [nameless] grave, whom You [seriously] remember no more, and they are cut off from Your hand.

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American Standard Version (1901)

Cast off among the dead, Like the slain that lie in the grave, Whom thou rememberest no more, And they are cut off from thy hand.

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Common English Bible

drifting among the dead, lying in the grave, like dead bodies— those you don’t remember anymore, those who are cut off from your power.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

I will prepare your offspring, even in eternity. And I will build up your throne, from generation to generation.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

Thy seed will I settle for ever. And I will build up thy throne unto generation and generation.

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Psalm 88:5
15 Tagairtí Cros  

So it was that, when God destroyed the cities of the Plain, God remembered Abraham, and sent Lot out of the midst of the overthrow, when he overthrew the cities in which Lot had settled.


But God remembered Noah and all the wild animals and all the domestic animals that were with him in the ark. And God made a wind blow over the earth, and the waters subsided;


If he passes through, and imprisons, and assembles for judgment, who can hinder him?


My spirit is broken, my days are extinct, the grave is ready for me.


that it would please God to crush me, that he would let loose his hand and cut me off!


It is he who remembered us in our low estate, for his steadfast love endures forever;


To you, O Lord, I call; my rock, do not refuse to hear me, for if you are silent to me, I shall be like those who go down to the Pit.


I have passed out of mind like one who is dead; I have become like a broken vessel.


I had said in my alarm, “I am driven far from your sight.” But you heard my supplications when I cried out to you for help.


Your wrath has swept over me; your dread assaults destroy me.


By a perversion of justice he was taken away. Who could have imagined his future? For he was cut off from the land of the living, stricken for the transgression of my people.


Then he said to me, “Mortal, these bones are the whole house of Israel. They say, ‘Our bones are dried up, and our hope is lost; we are cut off completely.’