Psalms 88:15
Why, LORD, do you reject me and hide your face from me?
Why, LORD, do you reject me and hide your face from me?
I am afflicted and ready to die from my youth up: while I suffer thy terrors I am distracted.
I am afflicted and ready to die from my youth up; while I suffer your terrors, I am distracted.
I am afflicted and ready to die from my youth up: while I suffer thy terrors I am distracted.
I am afflicted and ready to die from my youth up: While I suffer thy terrors I am distracted.
I am afflicted and ready to die{H8802)} from my youth up: while I suffer{H8804)} thy terrors I am distracted{H8799)}.
My strength is gone for very sorow and misery, with fearfulnesse do I beare thy burthens.
I am afflicted and at the point of death: from my youth I suffer thy terrours, doubting of my life.
I am in miserie, I labour euen from my youth with the panges of death: I haue suffered thy terrours, and I am styll in doubt.
I [am] afflicted and ready to die from [my] youth up: [while] I suffer thy terrors I am distracted.
I am afflicted and ready to die from my youth up. While I suffer your terrors, I am distracted.
I `am' afflicted, and expiring from youth, I have borne Thy terrors -- I pine away.
I am afflicted and ready to die from my youth up: While I suffer thy terrors I am distracted.
I am afflicted and ready to die from my youth up: While I suffer thy terrors I am distracted.
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 am afflicted and ready to die from my youth up. While I suffer your terrors, I am distracted.
I am oppressed and have been on the verge of death since my youth. I have been subjected to your horrors and am numb with pain.
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16I have been afflicted and close to death since my youth; I have borne your terrors and am in despair.
14But I, LORD, cry to you for help; in the morning, my prayer comes before you.
4From the voice of the enemy, and from the oppression of the wicked—for they bring down trouble on me and in their anger they hate me.
5My heart trembles within me, and the terrors of death have fallen upon me.
3Let my prayer come before you; incline your ear to my cry.
4For my soul is filled with troubles, and my life draws near to Sheol.
6Abandoned among the dead, like the slain who lie in the grave, whom you remember no more, cut off from your care.
7You have placed me in the lowest pit, in the darkest depths.
8Your wrath weighs heavily upon me, and you have overwhelmed me with all your waves. Selah.
9You have taken my closest friends from me; you have made me a horror to them. I am confined and cannot escape.
8For my loins are filled with burning, and there is no health in my body.
6My wounds are foul and festering because of my foolishness.
3The cords of death entangled me, the anguish of Sheol came over me; I was overcome by distress and sorrow.
15Terrors are turned upon me; they pursue my dignity like the wind, and my salvation has vanished like a cloud.
16And now my soul is poured out within me; days of suffering seize hold of me.
20See, LORD, how distressed I am! I am in anguish within, my heart is overturned because I have been very rebellious. Outside, the sword bereaves; inside, there is only death.
13For he who avenges blood remembers them; he does not ignore the cries of the afflicted.
9You have not handed me over to the enemy, but you have set my feet in a spacious place.
10Be gracious to me, O LORD, for I am in distress. My eyes grow weak with sorrow, as do my soul and my body.
4I called upon the LORD, who is worthy to be praised, and I was saved from my enemies.
5The cords of death surrounded me, and the torrents of destruction overwhelmed me.
3For the enemy has pursued me, crushing my life to the ground and making me dwell in darkness, like those long dead.
4My spirit is overwhelmed within me; my heart is appalled inside me.
14They open their mouths against me, like a lion ripping and roaring.
15I am poured out like water, and all my bones are disjointed. My heart is like wax; it melts within me.
17For I said, "Lest they rejoice over me; when my foot slips, they magnify themselves against me."
12My dwelling is pulled up and taken from me, like a shepherd's tent. I have rolled up my life like a weaver rolls a cloth; He cuts me off from the loom. Day and night You bring me to an end.
10I am mute; I will not open my mouth because You have done this.
12LORD, do not withhold Your mercy from me; may Your love and truth always protect me.
1A song of ascents: They have greatly afflicted me from my youth—let Israel now say—
2They have greatly afflicted me from my youth, yet they have not prevailed against me.
18The Lord has disciplined me severely, but He has not given me over to death.
14For I am stricken all day long and chastened every morning.
5For the waves of death engulfed me; the torrents of destruction terrified me.
6The cords of Sheol surrounded me; the snares of death confronted me.
28I still dread all my suffering, for I know You will not hold me innocent.
22For I am poor and needy, and my heart is wounded within me.
16Turn to me and be gracious to me, for I am lonely and afflicted.
17The troubles of my heart have multiplied; deliver me from my distresses.
15That is why I am terrified in his presence; when I consider, I am afraid of him.
3Be gracious to me, LORD, for I am weak; heal me, LORD, for my bones are shaking with fear.
13From on high he sent fire; it burns in my bones. He spread a net for my feet and turned me back. He made me desolate, faint all the day long.
14My transgressions were bound into a yoke; by his hands they were fastened together. They were laid on my neck; he has made my strength fail. The Lord has given me into the hands of those I cannot withstand.
1My spirit is broken, my days have faded away, and the grave is ready for me.
107I am severely afflicted; LORD, give me life according to Your word.
1I am the man who has seen affliction under the rod of His wrath.
10I said, "In the prime of my life I must go through the gates of Sheol; I am deprived of the rest of my years."
1For the director, to the tune of 'The Doe of the Morning,' a psalm of David.
22Blessed be the LORD, for he has shown his wondrous love to me in a fortified city.
15I prefer strangling and death rather than this body of mine.