Psalms 22:15
I am poured out like water, and all my bones are disjointed. My heart is like wax; it melts within me.
I am poured out like water, and all my bones are disjointed. My heart is like wax; it melts within me.
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 clings to my jaws; You have 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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My strength is dried vp like a potsherde, my tunge cleueth to my goomes, and thou hast brought me in to the dust of death.
My strength is dryed vp like a potsheard, and my tongue cleaueth to my iawes, and thou hast brought me into the dust of death.
My strength is dried vp like a potsheard, & my tongue cleaueth to my gummes: 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.
My strength is dried up like a potsherd. My tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth. You have brought me into the dust of death.
Dried up as an earthen vessel is my power, And my tongue is cleaving to my jaws.
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.
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 strength is dried up like a potsherd. My tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth. You have brought me into the dust of death.
The roof of my mouth is as dry as a piece of pottery; my tongue sticks to my gums. You set me in the dust of death.
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13 Many bulls surround me; strong ones of Bashan encircle me.
14 They open their mouths against me, like a lion ripping and roaring.
3 Do not hide your face from me in the day of my distress; incline your ear to me; on the day I call, answer me quickly.
4 For my days vanish like smoke, and my bones are burned like a hearth.
5 My heart is afflicted and withered like grass, for I forget to eat my food.
16 My strength is dried up like a broken piece of pottery, and my tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth; you lay me in the dust of death.
17 Dogs surround me; a band of evildoers encircles me; they have pierced my hands and feet.
16 And now my soul is poured out within me; days of suffering seize hold of me.
17 At night my bones are pierced within me, and my veins find no rest.
18 With great force my garment is disfigured; it binds me like the collar of my tunic.
19 He has cast me into the mud, and I am reduced to dust and ashes.
10 Be gracious to me, O LORD, for I am in distress. My eyes grow weak with sorrow, as do my soul and my body.
13 From on high he sent fire; it burns in my bones. He spread a net for my feet and turned me back. He made me desolate, faint all the day long.
14 My transgressions were bound into a yoke; by his hands they were fastened together. They were laid on my neck; he has made my strength fail. The Lord has given me into the hands of those I cannot withstand.
4 He has worn away my flesh and my skin; He has broken my bones.
3 For the enemy has pursued me, crushing my life to the ground and making me dwell in darkness, like those long dead.
4 My spirit is overwhelmed within me; my heart is appalled inside me.
20 My bones cling to my skin and my flesh, and I have escaped only by the skin of my teeth.
16 He has broken my teeth with gravel; He has made me cower in ashes.
12 I was at ease, but he shattered me; he seized me by the neck and crushed me. He has made me his target.
13 His archers surround me and pierce my kidneys without mercy; he pours my gall on the ground.
1 My spirit is broken, my days have faded away, and the grave is ready for me.
10 O Lord, all my desires are before you, and my sighing is not hidden from you.
11 He has turned aside my ways and torn me to pieces; He has made me desolate.
19 They divide my garments among them and cast lots for my clothing.
12 I am a disgrace among all my enemies, and even more to my neighbors—a dread to my acquaintances; those who see me on the street flee from me.
3 I am sinking in deep mire where there is no foothold. I have come into deep waters, and the current has overwhelmed me.
18 So I say, 'My strength is gone, and so is my hope from the LORD.'
1 For the director, to the tune of 'The Doe of the Morning,' a psalm of David.
7 Surely now, God has worn me out; you have devastated my entire household.
8 You have bound me up as a witness; my gauntness rises up and testifies against me.
11 Because of your wrath and indignation, for you have lifted me up and thrown me aside.
7 As one plows the earth and breaks it apart, so are our bones scattered at the mouth of Sheol.
23 when peoples and kingdoms gather together to serve the LORD.
15 I have sewn sackcloth over my skin and buried my strength in the dust.
16 My face is red with weeping, and on my eyelids is the shadow of death.
4 For my soul is filled with troubles, and my life draws near to Sheol.
6 I stretch out my hands to you; my soul thirsts for you like a parched land. Selah.
3 When I kept silent, my bones wasted away through my groaning all day long.
4 For day and night your hand was heavy on me; my strength was drained as in the heat of summer. Selah.
5 My body is clothed with worms and scabs; my skin cracks and festers.
25 My soul clings to the dust; give me life according to Your word.
4 From the voice of the enemy, and from the oppression of the wicked—for they bring down trouble on me and in their anger they hate me.
24 My knees are weak from fasting, and my body has grown thin and gaunt.
13 I have calmed myself until morning; like a lion, He breaks all my bones. Day and night You bring me to an end.
20 See, LORD, how distressed I am! I am in anguish within, my heart is overturned because I have been very rebellious. Outside, the sword bereaves; inside, there is only death.
8 For my loins are filled with burning, and there is no health in my body.
9 All day long my enemies taunt me; those who ridicule me use my name as a curse.
21 Their flesh wastes away so that it can no longer be seen, and their bones, once hidden, now stick out.
53 They threw me alive into a pit and cast a stone upon me.