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Psalm 88:5 - King James Version - American Edition

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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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  

And it came to pass, when God destroyed the cities of the plain, that God remembered Abraham, and sent Lot out of the midst of the overthrow, when he overthrew the cities in the which Lot dwelt.


And God remembered Noah, and every living thing, and all the cattle that was with him in the ark: and God made a wind to pass over the earth, and the waters assuaged.


If he cut off, and shut up, or gather together, then who can hinder him?


My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the graves are ready for me.


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


Who remembered us in our low estate: for his mercy endureth for ever:


Unto thee will I cry, O Lord my rock; be not silent to me: lest, if thou be silent to me, I become like them that go down into the pit.


I am forgotten as a dead man out of mind: I am like a broken vessel.


For I said in my haste, I am cut off from before thine eyes: nevertheless thou heardest the voice of my supplications when I cried unto thee.


Thy fierce wrath goeth over me; thy terrors have cut me off.


He was taken from prison and from judgment: and who shall declare his generation? for he was cut off out of the land of the living: for the transgression of my people was he stricken.


Then he said unto me, Son of man, these bones are the whole house of Israel: behold, they say, Our bones are dried, and our hope is lost: we are cut off for our parts.


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