Psalm 88:18

Verse 18 of 18. The 88th of 150 chapters in Psalms, in Poetry and Wisdom.

14Lord, why castest thou off my soul? why hidest thou thy face from me?

15I am afflicted and ready to die from my youth up: while I suffer thy terrors I am distracted.

16Thy fierce wrath goeth over me; thy terrors have cut me off.

17They came round about me daily like water; they compassed me about together.

18Lover and friend hast thou put far from me, and mine acquaintance into darkness.

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King James Version. Public domain. Set as prose throughout, including the poetry, because the text is published to us without its lines.