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Psalm 88:7 - Hebrew Names version (HNV)

7 Your wrath lies heavily on me. You have afflicted me with all your waves. Selah.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

7 Thy wrath lieth hard upon me, And thou hast afflicted me with all thy waves. Selah.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

7 Your wrath lies hard upon me, and You have afflicted me with all Your waves. Selah [pause, and calmly think of that]! [Ps. 42:7.]

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American Standard Version (1901)

7 Thy wrath lieth hard upon me, And thou hast afflicted me with all thy waves. [Selah

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Common English Bible

7 Your anger smothers me; you subdue me with it, wave after wave. Selah

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Catholic Public Domain Version

7 For who among the clouds is equal to the Lord? Who among the sons of God is like God?

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Psalm 88:7
14 Tagairtí Cros  

If my head is held high, you hunt me like a lion. Again you show yourself powerful to me.


For the arrows of the Almighty are within me. My spirit drinks up their poison. The terrors of God set themselves in array against me.


Because of your indignation and your wrath, for you have taken me up, and thrown me away.


For day and night your hand was heavy on me. My strength was sapped in the heat of summer. Selah.


Deep calls to deep at the noise of your waterfalls. All your waves and your billows have swept over me.


I am weary with my crying. My throat is dry. My eyes fail, looking for my God.


For we are consumed in your anger. We are troubled in your wrath.


For you threw me into the depths, in the heart of the seas. The flood was all around me. All your waves and your billows passed over me.


I said, 'I have been banished from your sight; yet I will look again toward your holy temple.'


One who believes in the Son has eternal life, but one who disobeys the Son won't see life, but the wrath of God remains on him.*


who his own self bore our sins in his body on the tree, that we, having died to sins, might live to righteousness; by whose stripes you were healed.


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