Psalms 88:15 Cross References - ACV

¹⁵ I am afflicted and ready to die from my youth up. While I suffer thy terrors I am confounded.

⁴ For the arrows of the Almighty are within me, the poison of which my spirit drinks up. The terrors of God set themselves in array against me.

¹¹ Therefore I will not refrain my mouth. I will speak in the anguish of my spirit. I will complain in the bitterness of my soul. ¹² Am I a sea, or a sea-monster, that thou set a watch over me? ¹³ When I say, My bed shall comfort me. My couch shall ease my complaint. ¹⁴ Then thou scare me with dreams, and terrify me through visions, ¹⁵ so that my soul chooses strangling and death rather than these my bones. ¹⁶ I loathe my life. I would not live always. Let me alone, for my days are vanity.

¹ My spirit is consumed, my days are extinct, the grave is ready for me.

¹¹ My days are past. My purposes are broken off, even the thoughts of my heart. ¹² They change the night into day. The light, they say, is near to the darkness. ¹³ If I look for Sheol as my house, if I have spread my couch in the darkness, ¹⁴ if I have said to corruption, Thou are my father, to the worm, My mother, and my sister, ¹⁵ where then is my hope? And as for my hope, who shall see it? ¹⁶ It shall go down to the bars of Sheol when once there is rest in the dust.

¹⁴ I am poured out like water, and all my bones are out of joint. My heart is like wax; it is melted within me. ¹⁵ My strength is dried up like a potsherd, and my tongue clings to my jaws, and thou have brought me into the dust of death.

¹⁴ for all the day long I have been plagued, and chastened every morning.

³ He was despised, and rejected by men, a man of sorrows, and acquainted with grief. And as him from whom men hide their face he was despised, and we esteemed him not.

¹⁰ Yet it pleased LORD to bruise him. He has put him to grief. When thou shall make his soul an offering for sin, he shall see his seed. He shall prolong his days, and the pleasure of LORD shall prosper in his hand.

⁷ Awake, O sword, against my shepherd, and against the man who is my companion, says LORD of hosts. Smite the shepherd, and the sheep shall be scattered. And I will turn my hand upon the little ones.

⁴⁴ And having become in agony he prayed more intensely, and his sweat became like drops of blood falling down to the ground.