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Psalm 88:15 - Tree of Life Version

Adonai, why do You spurn me? Why do You hide Your face from me?

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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 have cut short, the graveyard awaits me.


“I cry out to You, but You do not answer me; I stand up, but You only look at me.


For the arrows of Shaddai are in me, my spirit drinks in their poison; God’s terrors line up against me.


For You are my God, my stronghold. Why have You spurned me? Why do I go about gloomy because of the oppression of the enemy?


Why do You hide Your face and forget our misery and oppression?


For all day I have been stricken, my chastisement comes every morning.


Yet it pleased Adonai to bruise Him. He caused Him to suffer. If He makes His soul a guilt offering, He will see His offspring, He will prolong His days, and the will of Adonai will succeed by His hand.


He was despised and rejected by men, a man of sorrows, acquainted with grief, One from whom people hide their faces. He was despised, and we did not esteem Him.


Awake, O sword, against My shepherd, against the man who is My companion! It is a declaration of Adonai-Tzva’ot. Strike the shepherd and the sheep will be scattered! I will turn My hand against the little ones.


And in His anguish, He was praying fervently; and His sweat was like drops of blood falling down on the ground.