Psalms 88:15
I have been troubled and in fear of death from the time when I was young; your wrath is hard on me, and I have no strength.
I have been troubled and in fear of death from the time when I was young; your wrath is hard on me, and I have no strength.
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16 The heat of your wrath has gone over me; I am broken by your cruel punishments.
14 Lord, why have you sent away my soul? why is your face covered from me?
4 My heart is deeply wounded, and the fear of death has come on me.
5 Fear and shaking have come over me, with deep fear I am covered.
3 For my soul is full of evils, and my life has come near to the underworld.
4 I am numbered among those who go down into the earth; I have become like a man for whom there is no help:
6 You have put me in the lowest deep, even in dark places.
7 The weight of your wrath is crushing me, all your waves have overcome me. (Selah.)
8 You have sent my friends far away from me; you have made me a disgusting thing in their eyes: I am shut up, and not able to come out.
9 My eyes are wasting away because of my trouble: Lord, my cry has gone up to you every day, my hands are stretched out to you.
8 I am feeble and crushed down; I gave a cry like a lion because of the grief in my heart.
6 I am troubled, I am made low; I go weeping all the day.
3 The nets of death were round me, and the pains of the underworld had me in their grip; I was full of trouble and sorrow.
15 Fears have come on me; my hope is gone like the wind, and my well-being like a cloud.
16 But now my soul is turned to water in me, days of trouble overtake me:
20 See, O Lord, for I am in trouble; the inmost parts of my body are deeply moved; my heart is turned in me; for I have been uncontrolled: outside the children are put to the sword, and in the house there is death.
13 Have mercy on me, O Lord, and see how I am troubled by my haters; let me be lifted up from the doors of death;
9 Have mercy on me, O Lord, for I am in trouble; my eyes are wasted with grief, I am wasted in soul and body.
10 My life goes on in sorrow, and my years in weeping; my strength is almost gone because of my sin, and my bones are wasted away.
4 The cords of death were round me, and the seas of evil put me in fear.
5 The cords of hell were round me: the nets of death came on me.
3 The evil man has gone after my soul; my life is crushed down to the earth: he has put me in the dark, like those who have long been dead.
4 Because of this my spirit is overcome; and my heart is full of fear.
14 I am flowing away like water, and all my bones are out of place: my heart is like wax, it has become soft in my body.
15 My throat is dry like a broken vessel; my tongue is fixed to the roof of my mouth, and the dust of death is on my lips.
17 My feet are near to falling, and my sorrow is ever before me.
12 My resting-place is pulled up and taken away from me like a herdsman's tent: my life is rolled up like a linen-worker's thread; I am cut off from the cloth on the frame: from day even to night you give me up to pain.
10 No longer let your hand be hard on me; I am wasted by the blows of your hand.
12 For unnumbered evils are round about me; my sins have overtaken me, so that I am bent down with their weight; they are more than the hairs of my head, my strength is gone because of them.
1 <A Song of the going up.> Great have been my troubles from the time when I was young (let Israel now say);
2 Great have been my troubles from the time when I was young, but my troubles have not overcome me.
18 The hand of Jah has been hard on me; but he has not given me up to death.
14 For I have been troubled all the day; every morning have I undergone punishment.
5 For the waves of death came round me, and the seas of evil put me in fear;
6 The cords of hell were round me: the nets of death came on me.
28 I go in fear of all my pains; I am certain that I will not be free from sin in your eyes.
22 For I am poor and in need, and my heart is wounded in me.
16 Be turned to me, and have mercy on me; for I am troubled and have no helper.
17 The troubles of my heart are increased: O take me out of my sorrows.
15 For this cause I am in fear before him, my thoughts of him overcome me.
3 My soul is in bitter trouble; and you, O Lord, how long?
13 From on high he has sent fire into my bones, and it has overcome them: his net is stretched out for my feet, I am turned back by him; he has made me waste and feeble all the day.
14 A watch is kept on my sins; they are joined together by his hand, they have come on to my neck; he has made my strength give way: the Lord has given me up into the hands of those against whom I have no power.
1 My spirit is broken, my days are ended, the last resting-place is ready for me.
107 I am greatly troubled, O Lord, give me life in keeping with your word.
1 I am the man who has seen trouble by the rod of his wrath.
10 I said, In the quiet of my days I am going down into the underworld: the rest of my years are being taken away from me.
1 <To the chief music-maker on Aijeleth-hash-shahar. A Psalm. Of David.> My God, my God, why are you turned away from me? why are you so far from helping me, and from the words of my crying?
22 And as for me, I said in my fear, I am cut off from before your eyes; but you gave ear to the voice of my prayer, when my cry went up to you.
15 So that a hard death seems better to my soul than my pains.