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Psalm 88:5 - English Standard Version 2016

5 like one set loose 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

5 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

5 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)

5 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

5 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

5 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

5 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 valley, God remembered Abraham and sent Lot out of the midst of the overthrow when he overthrew the cities in which Lot had lived.


But God remembered Noah and all the beasts and all the livestock 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 summons the court, who can turn him back?


“My spirit is broken; my days are extinct; the graveyard 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, be not deaf to me, lest, if you be silent to me, I become like those who go down to the pit.


I have been forgotten like one who is dead; I have become like a broken vessel.


I had said in my alarm, “I am cut off from your sight.” But you heard the voice of my pleas for mercy when I cried to you for help.


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


By oppression and judgment he was taken away; and as for his generation, who considered that he was cut off out of the land of the living, stricken for the transgression of my people?


Then he said to me, “Son of man, these bones are the whole house of Israel. Behold, they say, ‘Our bones are dried up, and our hope is lost; we are indeed cut off.’


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