Psalms 88:15 Cross References - DouayRheims

^{15 (88:16)} I am poor, and in labours from my youth: and being exalted have been humbled and troubled.

⁴ For the arrows of the Lord are in me, the rage whereof drinketh up my spirit, and the terrors of the Lord war against me.

¹¹ Wherefore, I will not spare my month, I will speak in the affliction of my spirit: I will talk with the bitterness of my soul. ¹² Am I a sea, or a whale, that thou hast inclosed me in a prison? ¹³ If I say: My bed shall comfort me, and I shall be relieved, speaking with myself on my couch: ¹⁴ Thou wilt frighten me with dreams, and terrify me with visions. ¹⁵ So that my soul rather chooseth hanging, and my bones death. ¹⁶ I have done with hope, I shall now live no longer: spare me, for my days are nothing.

¹ My spirit shall be wasted, my days shall be shortened and only the grave remaineth for me.

¹¹ My days have passed away, my thoughts are dissipated, tormenting my heart. ¹² They have turned night into day, and after darkness I hope for light again. ¹³ If I wait hell is my house, and I have made my bed in darkness. ¹⁴ I have said to rottenness: Thou art my father; to worms, my mother and my sister. ¹⁵ Where is now then my expectation, and who considereth my patience? ¹⁶ All that I have shall go down into the deepest pit: thinkest thou that there at least I shall have rest?

^{14 (22:15)} I am poured out like water; and all my bones are scattered. My heart is become like wax melting in the midst of my bowels. ^{15 (22:16)} My strength is dried up like a potsherd, and my tongue hath cleaved to my jaws: and thou hast brought me down into the dust of death.

¹⁴ And I have been scourged all the day; and my chastisement hath been in the mornings.

³ Despised, and the most abject of men, a man of sorrows, and acquainted with infirmity: and his look was as it were hidden and despised, whereupon we esteemed him not.

¹⁰ And the Lord was pleased to bruise him in infirmity: if he shall lay down his life for sin, he shall see a longlived seed, and the will of the Lord shall be prosperous in his hand.

⁷ Awake, O sword, against my shepherd, and against the man that cleaveth to me, saith the Lord of hosts: strike the shepherd, and the sheep shall be scattered: and I will turn my hand to the little ones.

⁴⁴ And his sweat became as drops of blood, trickling down upon the ground.