Psalms 88:3 Cross References - YLT

³ For my soul hath been full of evils, And my life hath come to Sheol.

² O that my provocation were thoroughly weighed, And my calamity in balances They would lift up together! ³ For now, than the sands of the sea it is heavier, Therefore my words have been rash. ⁴ For arrows of the Mighty are with me, Whose poison is drinking up my spirit. Terrors of God array themselves for me!

²² And draw near to the pit doth his soul, And his life to those causing death.

¹¹ Be not far from me, For adversity is near, for there is no helper. ¹² Many bulls have surrounded me, Mighty ones of Bashan have compassed me, ¹³ They have opened against me their mouth, A lion tearing and roaring. ¹⁴ As waters I have been poured out, And separated themselves have all my bones, My heart hath been like wax, It is melted in the midst of my bowels. ¹⁵ Dried up as an earthen vessel is my power, And my tongue is cleaving to my jaws. ¹⁶ And to the dust of death thou appointest me, For surrounded me have dogs, A company of evil doers have compassed me, Piercing my hands and my feet. ¹⁷ I count all my bones—they look expectingly, They look upon me, ¹⁸ They apportion my garments to themselves, And for my clothing they cause a lot to fall. ¹⁹ And Thou, O Jehovah, be not far off, O my strength, to help me haste. ²⁰ Deliver from the sword my soul, From the paw of a dog mine only one. ²¹ Save me from the mouth of a lion: —And—from the horns of the high places Thou hast answered me!

¹⁷ And hide not Thy face from Thy servant, For I am in distress—haste, answer me. ¹⁸ Be near unto my soul—redeem it, Because of mine enemies ransom me. ¹⁹ Thou—Thou hast known my reproach, And my shame, and my blushing, Before Thee are all mine adversaries. ²⁰ Reproach hath broken my heart, and I am sick, And I look for a bemoaner, and there is none, And for comforters, and I have found none. ²¹ And they give for my food gall, And for my thirst cause me to drink vinegar.

² In a day of my distress the Lord I sought, My hand by night hath been spread out, And it doth not cease, My soul hath refused to be comforted.

¹⁴ Why, O Jehovah, castest Thou off my soul? Thou hidest Thy face from me. ¹⁵ I am afflicted, and expiring from youth, I have borne Thy terrors—I pine away.

¹⁸ All food doth their soul abominate, And they come nigh unto the gates of death,

²⁶ They go up to the heavens, they go down to the depths, Their soul in evil is melted.

³ For 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. ⁴ And my spirit in me is become feeble, Within me is my heart become desolate.

³ He is despised, and left of men, A man of pains, and acquainted with sickness, And as one hiding the face from us, He is despised, and we esteemed him not.

¹⁰ And Jehovah hath delighted to bruise him, He hath made him sick, If his soul doth make an offering for guilt, He seeth seed—he prolongeth days, And the pleasure of Jehovah in his hand doth prosper. ¹¹ Of the labour of his soul he seeth—he is satisfied, Through his knowledge give righteousness Doth the righteous one, My servant, to many, And their iniquities he doth bear.

¹⁵ He hath filled me with bitter things, He hath filled me with wormwood. ¹⁶ And He breaketh with gravel my teeth, He hath covered me with ashes. ¹⁷ And Thou castest off from peace my soul, I have forgotten prosperity. ¹⁸ And I say, Perished hath my strength and my hope from Jehovah. ¹⁹ Remember my affliction and my mourning, Wormwood and gall!

³⁷ And having taken Peter, and the two sons of Zebedee, he began to be sorrowful, and to be very heavy; ³⁸ then saith he to them, `Exceedingly sorrowful is my soul—unto death; abide ye here, and watch with me.' <sup>39</sup> And having gone forward a little, he fell on his face, praying, and saying, `My Father, if it be possible, let this cup pass from me; nevertheless, not as I will, but as Thou.'

³³ and he taketh Peter, and James, and John with him, and began to be amazed, and to be very heavy, ³⁴ and he saith to them, `Exceeding sorrowful is my soul—to death; remain here, and watch.'