Psalms 88:9 - Compare All Versions

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GOD, you’re my last chance of the day. I spend the night on my knees before you. Put me on your salvation agenda; take notes on the trouble I’m in. I’ve had my fill of trouble; I’m camped on the edge of hell. I’m written off as a lost cause, one more statistic, a hopeless case. Abandoned as already dead, one more body in a stack of corpses, And not so much as a gravestone— I’m a black hole in oblivion. You’ve dropped me into a bottomless pit, sunk me in a pitch-black abyss. I’m battered senseless by your rage, relentlessly pounded by your waves of anger. You turned my friends against me, made me horrible to them. I’m caught in a maze and can’t find my way out, blinded by tears of pain and frustration. I wring my hands, I plead for help. Are the dead a live audience for your miracles? Do ghosts ever join the choirs that praise you? Does your love make any difference in a graveyard? Is your faithful presence noticed in the corridors of hell? Are your marvelous wonders ever seen in the dark, your righteous ways noticed in the Land of No Memory?

Mine eye mourneth by reason of affliction: LORD, I have called daily upon thee, I have stretched out my hands unto thee.

My eye has wasted away because of affliction; I have called upon You every day, O LORD; I have spread out my hands to You.

My eyes are weak from crying. LORD, I have prayed to you every day; I have lifted my hands in prayer to you.

Mine eye wasteth away by reason of affliction: I have called daily upon thee, O Jehovah; I have spread forth my hands unto thee.

my eyes are dim with grief. I call to you, LORD, every day; I spread out my hands to you.

My eye wastes away because of affliction. LORD, I have called daily upon You; I have stretched out my hands to You.

My eye grows dim with sorrow. O LORD, I have called on You every day; I have spread out my hands to You [in prayer].

My eyes are blinded by my tears. Each day I beg for your help, O LORD; I lift my hands to you for mercy.

Every day I beg for your help. Can’t you see my tears? My eyes are swollen with weeping. My arms are wide, longing for mercy, but you’re nowhere to be found.

my eye grows dim through sorrow. Every day I call upon you, O LORD; I spread out my hands to you.