American Standard Version
"Thy fierce wrath is gone over me; Thy terrors have cut me off. "
— Psalms 88:16, American Standard Version
“Thy fierce wrath goeth over me; thy terrors have cut me off.”
“Your fierce wrath has gone over me. Your terrors have cut me off.”
“Your anger overwhelms me; your terrors destroy me.”
“Blessed is the people that knoweth jubilation. They shall walk, O Lord, in the light of thy countenance:”
“The heat of your wrath has gone over me; I am broken by your cruel punishments.”
“Thy fierce wrath goeth over me; thy terrors have cut me off.”
But unto thee, O Jehovah, have I cried; And in the morning shall my prayer come before thee.
Jehovah, why castest thou off my soul? Why hidest thou thy face from me?
I am afflicted and ready to die from my youth up: While I suffer thy terrors I am distracted.
Thy fierce wrath is gone over me; Thy terrors have cut me off.
They came round about me like water all the day long; They compassed me about together.
Lover and friend hast thou put far from me, And mine acquaintance into darkness.