Psalms 88:15 Cross References - Geneva

¹⁵ I am afflicted and at the point of death: from my youth I suffer thy terrours, doubting of my life.

⁴ For the arrowes of the Almightie are in me, the venime whereof doeth drinke vp my spirit, and the terrours of God fight against me.

¹¹ Therefore I will not spare my mouth, but will speake in the trouble of my spirite, and muse in the bitternesse of my minde. ¹² Am I a sea or a whalefish, that thou keepest me in warde? ¹³ When I say, My couch shall relieue me, and my bed shall bring comfort in my meditation, ¹⁴ Then fearest thou me with dreames, and astonishest me with visions. ¹⁵ Therefore my soule chuseth rather to be strangled and to die, then to be in my bones. ¹⁶ I abhorre it, I shall not liue alway: spare me then, for my dayes are but vanitie.

¹ My breath is corrupt: my dayes are cut off, and the graue is readie for me.

¹¹ My dayes are past, mine enterprises are broken, and the thoughts of mine heart ¹² Haue changed the nyght for the day, and the light that approched, for darkenesse. ¹³ Though I hope, yet the graue shall bee mine house, and I shall make my bed in the darke. ¹⁴ I shall say to corruption, Thou art my father, and to the worme, Thou art my mother and my sister. ¹⁵ Where is then now mine hope? or who shall consider the thing, that I hoped for? ¹⁶ They shall goe downe into the bottome of the pit: surely it shall lye together in the dust.

¹⁴ I am like water powred out, and all my bones are out of ioynt: mine heart is like waxe: it is molten in the middes of my bowels. ¹⁵ My strength is dryed vp like a potsheard, and my tongue cleaueth to my iawes, and thou hast brought me into the dust of death.

¹⁴ For dayly haue I bene punished, and chastened euery morning.

³ He is despised and reiected of men: he is a man full of sorowes and hath experience of infirmities: we hidde as it were our faces from him: he was despised and we esteemed him not.

¹⁰ Yet the Lord would breake him, and make him subiect to infirmities: when hee shall make his soule an offring for sinne, he shall see his seede and shall prolong his dayes, and the will of the Lord shall prosper in his hand.

⁷ Arise, O sword, vpon my shepheard, and vpon the man, that is my fellow, sayth the Lord of hostes: smite the shepheard, and the sheepe shall be scattered: and I will turne mine hand vpon the litle ones.

⁴⁴ But being in an agonie, hee prayed more earnestly: and his sweate was like drops of blood, trickling downe to the ground.