Psalms 88:3
For my soul hath been full of evils, And my life hath come to Sheol.
For my soul hath been full of evils, And my life hath come to Sheol.
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4I have been reckoned with those going down `to' the pit, I have been as a man without strength.
5Among the dead -- free, As pierced ones lying in the grave, Whom Thou hast not remembered any more, Yea, they by Thy hand have been cut off.
6Thou hast put me in the lowest pit, In dark places, in depths.
7Upon me hath Thy fury lain, And `with' all Thy breakers Thou hast afflicted. Selah.
3Compassed me have cords of death, And straits of Sheol have found me, Distress and sorrow I find.
4And in the name of Jehovah I call: I pray Thee, O Jehovah, deliver my soul,
3For an enemy hath pursued my soul, He hath bruised to the earth my life, He hath caused me to dwell in dark places, As the dead of old.
4And my spirit in me is become feeble, Within me is my heart become desolate.
14Why, O Jehovah, castest Thou off my soul? Thou hidest Thy face from me.
15I `am' afflicted, and expiring from youth, I have borne Thy terrors -- I pine away.
16Over me hath Thy wrath passed, Thy terrors have cut me off,
9Favour me, O Jehovah, for distress `is' to me, Mine eye, my soul, and my body Have become old by provocation.
10For my life hath been consumed in sorrow And my years in sighing. Feeble because of mine iniquity hath been my strength, And my bones have become old.
16And now, in me my soul poureth itself out, Seize me do days of affliction.
5Cords of Sheol have surrounded me, Before me have been snares of death.
1A Song, a Psalm, by sons of Korah, to the Overseer, `Concerning the Sickness of Afflictions.' -- An instruction, by Heman the Ezrahite. O Jehovah, God of my salvation, Daily I have cried, nightly before Thee,
2My prayer cometh in before Thee, Incline Thine ear to my loud cry,
1My spirit hath been destroyed, My days extinguished -- graves `are' for me.
6The cords of Sheol have surrounded me, Before me have been the snares of death.
4My heart is pained within me, And terrors of death have fallen on me.
1My soul hath been weary of my life, I leave off my talking to myself, I speak in the bitterness of my soul.
3And my soul hath been troubled greatly, And Thou, O Jehovah, till when?
7Haste, answer me, O Jehovah, My spirit hath been consumed, Hide not Thou Thy face from me, Or I have been compared with those going down `to' the pit.
6I have been bent down, I have been bowed down -- unto excess, All the day I have gone mourning.
7For my flanks have been full of drought, And soundness is not in my flesh.
8I have been feeble and smitten -- unto excess, I have roared from disquietude of heart.
9Lord, before Thee `is' all my desire, And my sighing from Thee hath not been hid.
17The distresses of my heart have enlarged themselves, From my distresses bring me out.
17For I am ready to halt, And my pain `is' before me continually.
22And draw near to the pit doth his soul, And his life to those causing death.
10`I -- I said in the cutting off of my days, I go in to the gates of Sheol, I have numbered the remnant of mine years.
13Favour me, O Jehovah, See mine affliction by those hating me, Thou who liftest me up from the gates of death,
5Compassed me have waters unto the soul, The deep doth compass me, The weed is bound to my head.
6To the cuttings of mountains I have come down, The earth, her bars `are' behind me to the age. And Thou bringest up from the pit my life, O Jehovah my God.
2Many are saying of my soul, `There is no salvation for him in God.' Selah.
18Be near unto my soul -- redeem it, Because of mine enemies ransom me.
3Jehovah, Thou hast brought up from Sheol my soul, Thou hast kept me alive, From going down `to' the pit.
1To the Overseer. -- `On the Lilies,' by David. Save me, O God, for come have waters unto the soul.
2I have sunk in deep mire, And there is no standing, I have come into the depths of the waters, And a flood hath overflown me.
12For compassed me have evils innumerable, Overtaken me have mine iniquities, And I have not been able to see; They have been more than the hairs of my head, And my heart hath forsaken me.
20See, O Jehovah, for distress `is' to me, My bowels have been troubled, Turned hath been my heart in my midst, For I have greatly provoked, From without bereaved hath the sword, In the house `it is' as death.
9And they who for desolation seek my soul, Go in to the lower parts of the earth.
4For mine iniquities have passed over my head, As a heavy burden -- too heavy for me.
13For Thy kindness `is' great toward me, And Thou hast delivered my soul from the lowest Sheol.
15And my soul chooseth strangling, Death rather than my bones.
13If I wait -- Sheol `is' my house, In darkness I have spread out my couch.
11For Thy name's sake O Jehovah, Thou dost quicken me, In Thy righteousness, Thou bringest out from distress my soul,
22Come in doth all their evil before Thee, And one is doing to them as Thou hast done to me, For all my transgressions, For many `are' my sighs, and my heart `is' sick!
2I pour forth before Him my meditation, My distress before Him I declare.
53They have cut off in a pit my life, And they cast a stone against me.