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Psalm 88:15 - 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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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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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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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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Psalm 88:15
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My spirit will be wasted, my days will be shortened, and only the grave will left for me.


I cry to you, and you do not heed me. I stand up, and you do not look back at me.


For the arrows of the Lord are in me, my spirit drinks of their indignation, and the terrors of the Lord are soldiers against me.


We have heard, O God, with our own ears. Our fathers have announced to us the work that you wrought in their days and in the days of antiquity.


You have broken the heads of the serpent. You have given him as food for the people of the Ethiopians.


But it was the will of the Lord to crush him with infirmity. If he lays down his life because of sin, he will see offspring with long lives, and the will of the Lord will be directed by his hand.


He is despised and the least among men, a man of sorrows who knows infirmity. And his countenance was hidden and despised. Because of this, we did not esteem him.


Awake, O spear, against my shepherd and against the man that clings to me, says the Lord of hosts. Strike the shepherd, and the sheep will be scattered. And I will turn my hand to the little ones.


and so his sweat became like drops of blood, running down to the ground.


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