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Ferrar Fentons 'Holy Bible in Modern English. All spelling, punctuation and formatting maintained through-out. Verse ordering follows the King James version for clarity and necessary organization of the verses.

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RF PSA 88:1 To the Conductor of the Violins, as a Choral Song.
A Psalm for singing in the choir.—A Refelection by Aithan the Azrakhite.
STANZA 1.
Save me! O GOD, EVER-LIVING,
I call You by day, and by night I approach.
RF PSA 88:2 Let my Prayer come to Your Presence,
Bend Your ear to my cry.
RF PSA 88:3 STANZA 2.
My body is filled full of pains,
My life has gone down to the Grave,
RF PSA 88:4 I feel like descending the Pit,
My life like a man without strength.
RF PSA 88:5 I am stiff, like the wounded to death,
Who forgotten, are laid in the tomb,
And who are cut off from Your side.
RF PSA 88:6 I am sunk in the depth of the Pit;
In the gloom and the Shadow of Death.
RF PSA 88:7 Upon me Your anger is laid,
And I am o'erwhelmed by Your waves.
RF PSA 88:8 My friends You remove far away,
You make me a loathing to them;
I am prisoned, and cannot get out.
RF PSA 88:9 My eyes are dissolved by my grief,
I call on You, LORD, all the day,
To You throw out my hands!
RF PSA 88:10 STANZA 3.
How can the dead give You thanks?
If restored, they could rise and give praise.
RF PSA 88:11 Are Your Mercies proclaimed in the tomb?
And Your Truthfulness to the Destroyed?
RF PSA 88:12 To Darkness can they tell Your Works,
And Your Good in Forgetfulness-land?
RF PSA 88:13 But I, LORD, can cry out to You,
And pray before break of the morn.
RF PSA 88:14 Then why do You, LORD, leave my soul,
And hide up Your Presence from me?
RF PSA 88:15 I was wretched, and dying from youth,
I have carried your terrors myself;
RF PSA 88:16 Your Tempests have over me swept,
Your horrors encircle me round!
RF PSA 88:17 They surround like a flood all the day,
Together upon me they roll;
RF PSA 88:18 My friends You have driven afar,
Even close friends I cannot perceive.




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AKJV ROM 8:32 He that spared not his own Son, but delivered him up for us all, how shall he not with him also freely give us all things?



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