Psalms 22:15
My strength is dried up like a potsherd; And my tongue cleaveth to my jaws; And thou hast brought me into the dust of death.
My strength is dried up like a potsherd; And my tongue cleaveth to my jaws; And thou hast brought me into the dust of death.
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13They gape upon me with their mouth, [As] a ravening and a roaring lion.
14I am poured out like water, And all my bones are out of joint: My heart is like wax; It is melted within me.
3For my days consume away like smoke, And my bones are burned as a firebrand.
4My heart is smitten like grass, and withered; For I forget to eat my bread.
5By reason of the voice of my groaning My bones cleave to my flesh.
16For dogs have compassed me: A company of evil-doers have inclosed me; They pierced my hands and my feet.
17I may count all my bones; They look and stare upon me.
16And now my soul is poured out within me; Days of affliction have taken hold upon me.
17In the night season my bones are pierced in me, And the [pains] that gnaw me take no rest.
18By [God's] great force is my garment disfigured; It bindeth me about as the collar of my coat.
19He hath cast me into the mire, And I am become like dust and ashes.
10For my life is spent with sorrow, And my years with sighing: My strength faileth because of mine iniquity, And my bones are wasted away.
13From on high hath he sent fire into my bones, and it prevaileth against them; He hath spread a net for my feet, he hath turned me back: He hath made me desolate and faint all the day.
14The yoke of my transgressions is bound by his hand; They are knit together, they are come up upon my neck; He hath made my strength to fail: The Lord hath delivered me into their hands, against whom I am not able to stand.
4My flesh and my skin hath he made old; he hath broken my bones.
3For the enemy hath persecuted my soul; He hath smitten my life down to the ground: He hath made me to dwell in dark places, as those that have been long dead.
4Therefore is my spirit overwhelmed within me; My heart within me is desolate.
20My bone cleaveth to my skin and to my flesh, And I am escaped with the skin of my teeth.
16He hath also broken my teeth with gravel stones; he hath covered me with ashes.
12I was at ease, and he brake me asunder; Yea, he hath taken me by the neck, and dashed me to pieces: He hath also set me up for his mark.
13His archers compass me round about; He cleaveth my reins asunder, and doth not spare; He poureth out my gall upon the ground.
1My spirit is consumed, my days are extinct, The grave is [ready] for me.
10My heart throbbeth, my strength faileth me: As for the light of mine eyes, it also is gone from me.
11He hath turned aside my ways, and pulled me in pieces; he hath made me desolate.
19But be not thou far off, O Jehovah: O thou my succor, haste thee to help me.
12I am forgotten as a dead man out of mind: I am like a broken vessel.
3I am weary with my crying; my throat is dried: Mine eyes fail while I wait for my God.
18And I said, My strength is perished, and mine expectation from Jehovah.
1[For the Chief Musician; set to Aijeleth hash-Shahar. A Psalm of David]. My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me? [Why art thou so] far from helping me, [and from] the words of my groaning?
7But now he hath made me weary: Thou hast made desolate all my company.
8And thou hast laid fast hold on me, [which] is a witness [against me] : And my leanness riseth up against me, It testifieth to my face.
11My days are like a shadow that declineth; And I am withered like grass.
7As when one ploweth and cleaveth the earth, Our bones are scattered at the mouth of Sheol.
23He weakened my strength in the way; He shortened my days.
15I have sewed sackcloth upon my skin, And have laid my horn in the dust.
16My face is red with weeping, And on my eyelids is the shadow of death;
4I am reckoned with them that go down into the pit; I am as a man that hath no help,
6I spread forth my hands unto thee: My soul [thirsteth] after thee, as a weary land. {{Selah
3When I kept silence, my bones wasted away Through my groaning all the day long.
4For day and night thy hand was heavy upon me: My moisture was changed [as] with the drought of summer. {{Selah
5My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; My skin closeth up, and breaketh out afresh.
25DALETH. My soul cleaveth unto the dust: Quicken thou me according to thy word.
4My heart is sore pained within me: And the terrors of death are fallen upon me.
24My knees are weak through fasting; And my flesh faileth of fatness.
13I quieted [myself] until morning; as a lion, so he breaketh all my bones: From day even to night wilt thou make an end of me.
20Behold, O Jehovah; for I am in distress; my heart is troubled; My heart is turned within me; for I have grievously rebelled: Abroad the sword bereaveth, at home there is as death.
8I am faint and sore bruised: I have groaned by reason of the disquietness of my heart.
9For I have eaten ashes like bread, And mingled my drink with weeping,
21His flesh is consumed away, that it cannot be seen; And his bones that were not seen stick out.
53They have cut off my life in the dungeon, and have cast a stone upon me.