Psalms 88:15

Coverdale Bible (1535)

My strength is gone for very sorow and misery, with fearfulnesse do I beare thy burthens.

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  • Job 6:4 : 4 For the allmighty hath shott at me with his arowes, whose indignacion hath droncke vp my sprete, and ye terrible feares of God fight agaysnt me.
  • Job 7:11-16 : 11 Therfore I will not spare my mouth, but will speake in the trouble of my sprete, in ye bytternesse of my mynde will I talke. 12 Am I a see or a whalfysh, that thou kepest me so in preson? 13 When I thynke: my bedd shall comforte me, I shall haue some refresshinge by talkynge with myself vpon my couche: 14 The troublest thou me with dreames, ad makest me so afrayed thorow visions, 15 that my soule wyssheth rather to be hanged, and my bones to be deed. 16 I can se no remedy, I shall lyue nomore: O spare me then, for my dayes are but vayne
  • Job 17:1 : 1 My breth fayleth, my dayes are shortened, I am harde at deathes dore.
  • Job 17:11-16 : 11 My dayes are past, my thoughtes are vanished awaye, which haue vexed myne herte, 12 chaunginge the night in to daye, & ye light in to darcknes. 13 Though I tary neuer so moch, yet the graue is my house, and I must make my bed in the darcke. 14 I call corrupcion my father, and the wormes call I my mother and my sister. 15 What helpeth then my longe tarienge? Or, who wil fulfill the thinge, that I loke for? 16 All that I haue, shall go downe in to the pytt, & lye with me in the dust.
  • Ps 22:14-15 : 14 I am poured out like water, all my bones are out of ioynt: my hert in the myddest off my body is euen like meltinge waxe. 15 My strength is dried vp like a potsherde, my tunge cleueth to my goomes, and thou hast brought me in to the dust of death.
  • Ps 73:14 : 14 Wherfore shulde I be then punyshed daylie, & be chastened euery mornynge?
  • Isa 53:3 : 3 He shalbe the most symple & despised of all, which yet hath good experience of sorowes & infirmities. We shal reken him so symple & so vyle, that we shal hyde oure faces fro him.
  • Isa 53:10 : 10 Yet hath it pleased ye LORDE to smyte him with infirmite, that when he had made his soule an offeringe for synne, he might se a loge lastinge sede. And this device of the LORDE shal prospere in his honde.
  • Zech 13:7 : 7 Arise (o thou swearde) vpon my shepherde, and vpon the prynce of my people, sayeth the LORDE of hoostes: Smyte the shepherde and the shepe shalbe scatred abrode, and so will I turne myne honde to the litle ones.
  • Luke 22:44 : 44 And it came so, that he wrestled with death, and prayed the longer. And his sweate was like droppes of bloude, runnynge downe to the grounde.

Similar Verses (AI)

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  • 16 Thy wroth full displeasure goeth ouer me, the feare of the oppresseth me.

  • 14 LORDE, why puttest thou awaye my soule? Wherfore hydest thou thy face fro me?

  • Ps 55:4-5
    2 verses
    79%

    4 Fearfullnesse and tremblinge are come vpon me, and an horrible drede hath ouerwhelmed me.

    5 And I sayde: O that I had wynges like a doue, that I might fle somwhere, and be at rest.

  • Ps 88:3-4
    2 verses
    77%

    3 I am couted as one of the that go downe vnto the pytte, I am eue as a ma that hath no stregth.

    4 Fre amoge the deed, like vnto the yt lye in the graue, which be out of remembrauce, and are cutt awaye from thy honde.

  • Ps 88:6-9
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    77%

    6 Thy indignacion lieth hard vpon me, and thou vexest me with all thy floudes.

    7 Sela. Thou hast put awaye myne acquataunce farre fro me, & made me to be abhorred of them:

    8 I am so fast in preson, that I can not get forth.

    9 My sight fayleth for very trouble: LORDE, I call daylie vpo the, and stretch out my hondes vnto the.

  • 8 I am feble and sore smytte, I roare for the very disquietnes of my hert.

  • 6 I am brought into so greate trouble and misery, that I go mournynge all the daye longe.

  • 3 The snares of death copased me rounde aboute, the paynes of hell gat holde vpon me,

  • Job 30:15-16
    2 verses
    74%

    15 Fearfulnesse is turned agaynst me. Myne honoure vanisheth awaye more swiftly then wynde, & my prosperite departeth hece like as it were a cloude.

    16 Therfore is my mynde poured full of heuynesse, & ye dayes of trouble haue take holde vpon me.

  • 20 Considre (O LORDE) how I am troubled, my wombe is disquieted, my herte turneth aboute in me, and I am full of heuynes. The swearde hurteth me without, and within I am like vnto death.

  • 13 Haue mercy vpo me (o LORDE) considre the trouble that I am in amoge myne enemies, thou that liftest me vp from ye gates of death.

  • Ps 31:9-10
    2 verses
    73%

    9 Thou hast not delyuered me ouer in to the hodes of the enemie, but hast set my fete in a large rowme.

    10 Haue mercy vpon me, O LORDE, for I am in trouble, myne eye is consumed for very heuynesse, yee my soule and my body.

  • Ps 18:4-5
    2 verses
    73%

    4 The paynes of hell came aboute me, the snares of death toke holde vpo me.

    5 Yet in my trouble I called vpo the LORDE, & coplayned vnto my God.

  • Ps 143:3-4
    2 verses
    73%

    3 For the enemie persecuteth my soule, he smyteth my life downe to the grounde, he layeth me in the darcknesse, as the deed men of the worlde.

    4 Therfore is my sprete vexed within me, and my herte within me is desolate.

  • Ps 22:14-15
    2 verses
    73%

    14 I am poured out like water, all my bones are out of ioynt: my hert in the myddest off my body is euen like meltinge waxe.

    15 My strength is dried vp like a potsherde, my tunge cleueth to my goomes, and thou hast brought me in to the dust of death.

  • 17 I am redy to suffre trouble, and my heuynesse is euer in my sight.

  • 12 Myne age is folden vp together and taken awaye fro me, like a sheperdes cotage: my lyfe is hewen of, like as a weeuer cutteth of his webb. Whyl I was yet takinge my rest, he hewed me of, & made an ende of me in one daie.

  • 10 I kepe sylece, and open not my mouth, for thou hast done it. Turne thy plages awaye fro me, for I am cosumed thorow the feare of thy hade.

  • 12 For innumerable troubles are come aboute me: my synnes haue taken soch holde vpon me, that I am not able to loke vp: yee they are mo in nombre then the hayres of my heade, and my hert hath fayled me.

  • Ps 129:1-2
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    72%

    1 Many a tyme haue they fought agaynst me fro my youth vp (maye Israel now saie).

    2 Yee many a tyme haue they fought agaist me fro my youth vp, but they haue not ouercome me.

  • 18 The LORDE hath chastened & correcte me, but he hath not geuen me ouer vnto death.

  • 14 Wherfore shulde I be then punyshed daylie, & be chastened euery mornynge?

  • 2 Sam 22:5-6
    2 verses
    72%

    5 For the sorowes of death copased me, and the brokes of Belial made me afrayed.

    6 The paynes of hell came aboute me, and the snares of death had ouertaken me.

  • 28 then am I afrayed of all my workes, for I knowe, thou fauourest not an euell doer.

  • 22 I go hence like ye shadowe that departeth, and am dryuen awaye as ye greshoppers.

  • Ps 25:16-17
    2 verses
    72%

    16 Turne the vnto me and haue mercy vpon me, for I am desolate and in misery.

    17 The sorowes of my herte are greate, O brynge me out of my troubles.

  • 15 This is ye cause, that I shrenke at his presence, so that when I considre him, I am afrayed of him.

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    3 My soule also is in greate trouble, but LORDE how longe?

  • Lam 1:13-14
    2 verses
    71%

    13 From aboue hath he sent downe a fyre, in to my bones and chastened me: he hath layed a net for my fete, and throwne me wyde open: he hath made me desolate, so that I must euer be mournynge.

    14 The yocke of my transgression is come at the last, with his honde hath he taken it vp, and put it aboute my neck. My strength is gone: the LORDE hath delyuered me in to those hondes, wherout I can not quyte myself.

  • 1 My breth fayleth, my dayes are shortened, I am harde at deathes dore.

  • 107 I am troubled aboue measure, quycken me (o LORDE) acordinge vnto thy worde.

  • 1 I am the ma, that (thorow the rodd of his wrath) haue experiece of misery.

  • 10 I thought I shulde haue gone to the gates of hell in my best age, and haue wanted the residue of my yeares.

  • 1 My God, my God: why hast thou forsaken me? ye wordes of my coplaynte are farre fro my health.

  • 22 Thou hydest them priuely by thine owne presence from the proude men, thou kepest them secretly in thy tabernacle, from the strife of tonges.

  • 15 that my soule wyssheth rather to be hanged, and my bones to be deed.