Psalms 22:15
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 dryed vp like a potsheard, and my tongue cleaueth to my iawes, and thou hast brought me into the dust of death.
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13They gape vpon me with their mouthes, as a ramping and roaring lyon.
14I am like water powred out, and all my bones are out of ioynt: mine heart is like waxe: it is molten in the middes of my bowels.
3For my dayes are consumed like smoke, and my bones are burnt like an herthe.
4Mine heart is smitten and withereth like grasse, because I forgate to eate my bread.
5For the voyce of my groning my bones doe cleaue to my skinne.
16For dogges haue compassed me, and the assemblie of the wicked haue inclosed me: they perced mine hands and my feete.
17I may tell all my bones: yet they beholde, and looke vpon me.
16Therefore my soule is nowe powred out vpon me, and the dayes of affliction haue taken holde on me.
17It pearceth my bones in the night, and my sinewes take no rest.
18For the great vehemencie is my garment changed, which compasseth me about as the colar of my coate.
19He hath cast me into the myre, and I am become like ashes and dust.
10For my life is wasted with heauinesse, and my yeeres with mourning: my strength faileth for my paine, and my bones are consumed.
13From aboue hath hee sent fire into my bones, which preuaile against them: he hath spred a net for my feete, and turned me backe: hee hath made me desolate, and daily in heauinesse.
14The yoke of my transgressions is bounde vpon his hand: they are wrapped, and come vp vpon my necke: hee hath made my strength to fall: the Lord hath deliuered me into their hands, neither am I able to rise vp.
4My flesh and my skinne hath he caused to waxe olde, and he hath broken my bones.
3For the enemie hath persecuted my soule: he hath smitten my life downe to the earth: he hath layde me in the darkenes, as they that haue bene dead long agoe:
4And my spirit was in perplexitie in me, and mine heart within me was amased.
20My bone cleaueth to my skinne and to my flesh, and I haue escaped with the skinne of my teeth.
16He hath also broken my teeth with stones, and hath couered me with ashes.
12I was in welth, but he hath brought me to nought: he hath taken me by the necke, and beaten me, and set me as a marke for himselfe.
13His archers compasse mee rounde about: he cutteth my reines, and doth not spare, & powreth my gall vpon the ground.
1My breath is corrupt: my dayes are cut off, & the graue is readie for me.
10Mine heart panteth: my strength faileth me, and the light of mine eyes, euen they are not mine owne.
11He hath stopped my wayes, and pulled me in pieces: he hath made me desolate.
19But be thou not farre off, O Lorde, my strength: hasten to helpe me.
12I am forgotten, as a dead man out of minde: I am like a broken vessell.
3I am wearie of crying: my throte is drie: mine eyes faile, whiles I waite for my God.
18And I saide, My strength & mine hope is perished from the Lord,
1To him that excelleth vpon Aiieleth Hasshahar. A Psalme of Dauid. My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me, and art so farre from mine health, and from the wordes of my roaring?
7But now hee maketh mee wearie: O God, thou hast made all my congregation desolate,
8And hast made me full of wrinkles which is a witnesse thereof, and my leannes ryseth vp in me, testifying the same in my face.
11My dayes are like a shadowe that fadeth, and I am withered like grasse.
7Our bones lye scattered at the graues mouth, as he that heweth wood or diggeth in the earth.
23He abated my strength in the way, and shortened my dayes.
15I haue sowed a sackcloth vpon my skinne, and haue abased mine horne vnto the dust.
16My face is withered with weeping, and the shadow of death is vpon mine eyes,
4I am counted among them that go downe vnto the pit, and am as a man without strength:
6I stretch forth mine hands vnto thee: my soule desireth after thee, as the thirstie land. Selah.
3When I helde my tongue, my bones consumed, or when I roared all the day,
4(For thine hand is heauie vpon me, day and night: and my moysture is turned into ye drought of summer. Selah)
5My flesh is clothed with wormes and filthinesse of the dust: my skinne is rent, and become horrible.
25Daleth. My soule cleaueth to the dust: quicken me according to thy worde.
4Mine heart trembleth within mee, and the terrours of death are fallen vpon me.
24My knees are weake through fasting, and my flesh hath lost all fatnes.
13I rekoned to the morning: but he brake all my bones, like a lion: from day to night wilt thou make an ende of me.
20Behold, O Lorde, howe I am troubled: my bowels swell: mine heart is turned within me, for I am ful of heauinesse: the sword spoyleth abroad, as death doeth at home.
8I am weakened and sore broken: I roare for the very griefe of mine heart.
9Surely I haue eaten asshes as bread, and mingled my drinke with weeping,
21His flesh faileth that it can not be seene, and his bones which were not seene, clatter.
53They haue shut vp my life in the dungeon, and cast a stone vpon me.