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Psalm 88:15 - English Standard Version 2016

15 Afflicted and close to death from my youth up, I suffer your terrors; I am helpless.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

15 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

15 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)

15 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

15 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

15 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

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

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Psalm 88:15
13 Tagairtí Cros  

“My spirit is broken; my days are extinct; the graveyard is ready for me.


I cry to you for help and you do not answer me; I stand, and you only 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 rejected me? Why do I go about mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?


For our soul is bowed down to the dust; our belly clings to the ground.


For all the day long I have been stricken and rebuked every morning.


Yet it was the will of the Lord to crush him; he has put him to grief; when his soul makes an offering for guilt, he shall see his offspring; he shall prolong his days; the will of the Lord shall prosper in his hand.


He was despised and rejected by men, a man of sorrows and acquainted with grief; and as one from whom men hide their faces he was despised, and we esteemed him not.


“Awake, O sword, against my shepherd, against the man who stands next to me,” declares the Lord of hosts. “Strike the shepherd, and the sheep will be scattered; I will turn my hand against the little ones.


And being in agony he prayed more earnestly; and his sweat became like great drops of blood falling down to the ground.


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