Psalms 22:15
My throat is dry like a broken vessel; my tongue is fixed to the roof of my mouth, and the dust of death is on my lips.
My throat is dry like a broken vessel; my tongue is fixed to the roof of my mouth, and the dust of death is on my lips.
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13 I saw their mouths wide open, like lions crying after food.
14 I am flowing away like water, and all my bones are out of place: my heart is like wax, it has become soft in my body.
3 My days are wasted like smoke, and my bones are burned up as in a fire.
4 My heart is broken; it has become dry and dead like grass, so that I give no thought to food.
5 Because of the voice of my sorrow, my flesh is wasted to the bone.
16 Dogs have come round me: I am shut in by the band of evil-doers; they made wounds in my hands and feet.
17 I am able to see all my bones; their looks are fixed on me:
16 But now my soul is turned to water in me, days of trouble overtake me:
17 The flesh is gone from my bones, and they give me no rest; there is no end to my pains.
18 With great force he takes a grip of my clothing, pulling me by the neck of my coat.
19 Truly God has made me low, even to the earth, and I have become like dust.
10 My life goes on in sorrow, and my years in weeping; my strength is almost gone because of my sin, and my bones are wasted away.
13 From on high he has sent fire into my bones, and it has overcome them: his net is stretched out for my feet, I am turned back by him; he has made me waste and feeble all the day.
14 A watch is kept on my sins; they are joined together by his hand, they have come on to my neck; he has made my strength give way: the Lord has given me up into the hands of those against whom I have no power.
4 My flesh and my skin have been used up by him and my bones broken.
3 The evil man has gone after my soul; my life is crushed down to the earth: he has put me in the dark, like those who have long been dead.
4 Because of this my spirit is overcome; and my heart is full of fear.
20 My bones are joined to my skin, and I have got away with my flesh in my teeth.
16 By him my teeth have been broken with crushed stones, and I am bent low in the dust.
12 I was in comfort, but I have been broken up by his hands; he has taken me by the neck, shaking me to bits; he has put me up as a mark for his arrows.
13 His bowmen come round about me; their arrows go through my body without mercy; my life is drained out on the earth.
1 My spirit is broken, my days are ended, the last resting-place is ready for me.
10 My heart goes out in pain, my strength is wasting away; as for the light of my eyes, it is gone from me.
11 By him my ways have been turned on one side and I have been pulled in bits; he has made me waste.
19 Do not be far from me, O Lord: O my strength, come quickly to my help.
12 I have gone from men's minds and memory like a dead man; I am like a broken vessel.
3 I am tired with my crying; my throat is burning: my eyes are wasted with waiting for my God.
18 And I said, My strength is cut off, and my hope from the Lord.
1 <To the chief music-maker on Aijeleth-hash-shahar. A Psalm. Of David.> My God, my God, why are you turned away from me? why are you so far from helping me, and from the words of my crying?
7 But now he has overcome me with weariness and fear, and I am in the grip of all my trouble.
8 It has come up as a witness against me, and the wasting of my flesh makes answer to my face.
11 My days are like a shade which is stretched out; I am dry like the grass.
7 Our bones are broken up at the mouth of the underworld, as the earth is broken by the plough.
23 He has taken my strength from me in the way; he has made short my days.
15 I have made haircloth the clothing of my skin, and my horn is rolled in the dust.
16 My face is red with weeping, and my eyes are becoming dark;
4 I am numbered among those who go down into the earth; I have become like a man for whom there is no help:
6 My hands are stretched out to you: my soul is turned to you, like a land in need of water. (Selah.)
3 When I kept my mouth shut, my bones were wasted, because of my crying all through the day.
4 For the weight of your hand was on me day and night; my body became dry like the earth in summer. (Selah.)
5 My flesh is covered with worms and dust; my skin gets hard and then is cracked again.
25 <DALETH> My soul is joined to the dust: O give me life, in keeping with your word.
4 My heart is deeply wounded, and the fear of death has come on me.
24 My knees are feeble for need of food; there is no fat on my bones.
13 I am crying out with pain till the morning; it is as if a lion was crushing all my bones.
20 See, O Lord, for I am in trouble; the inmost parts of my body are deeply moved; my heart is turned in me; for I have been uncontrolled: outside the children are put to the sword, and in the house there is death.
8 I am feeble and crushed down; I gave a cry like a lion because of the grief in my heart.
9 I have had dust for bread and my drink has been mixed with weeping:
21 His flesh is so wasted away, that it may not be seen, and his bones. ...
53 They have put an end to my life in the prison, stoning me with stones.