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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13 They gaped upon me [with] their mouths, [as] a ravening and a roaring lion.
14 I am poured out like water, and all my bones are out of joint: my heart is like wax; it is melted in the midst of my bowels.
3 For my days are consumed like smoke, and my bones are burned as an hearth.
4 My heart is smitten, and withered like grass; so that I forget to eat my bread.
5 By reason of the voice of my groaning my bones cleave to my skin.
16 For dogs have compassed me: the assembly of the wicked have inclosed me: they pierced my hands and my feet.
17 I may tell all my bones: they look [and] stare upon me.
16 And now my soul is poured out upon me; the days of affliction have taken hold upon me.
17 My bones are pierced in me in the night season: and my sinews take no rest.
18 By the great force [of my disease] is my garment changed: it bindeth me about as the collar of my coat.
19 He hath cast me into the mire, and I am become like dust and ashes.
10 For my life is spent with grief, and my years with sighing: my strength faileth because of mine iniquity, and my bones are consumed.
13 From above 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.
14 The yoke of my transgressions is bound by his hand: they are wreathed, [and] come up upon my neck: he hath made my strength to fall, the Lord hath delivered me into [their] hands, [from whom] I am not able to rise up.
4 My flesh and my skin hath he made old; he hath broken my bones.
3 For the enemy hath persecuted my soul; he hath smitten my life down to the ground; he hath made me to dwell in darkness, as those that have been long dead.
4 Therefore is my spirit overwhelmed within me; my heart within me is desolate.
20 My bone cleaveth to my skin and to my flesh, and I am escaped with the skin of my teeth.
16 He hath also broken my teeth with gravel stones, he hath covered me with ashes.
12 I was at ease, but he hath broken me asunder: he hath also taken [me] by my neck, and shaken me to pieces, and set me up for his mark.
13 His archers compass me round about, he cleaveth my reins asunder, and doth not spare; he poureth out my gall upon the ground.
1 ¶ My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the graves [are ready] for me.
10 My heart panteth, my strength faileth me: as for the light of mine eyes, it also is gone from me.
11 He hath turned aside my ways, and pulled me in pieces: he hath made me desolate.
19 But be not thou far from me, O LORD: O my strength, haste thee to help me.
12 I am forgotten as a dead man out of mind: I am like a broken vessel.
3 I am weary of my crying: my throat is dried: mine eyes fail while I wait for my God.
18 And I said, My strength and my hope is perished from the LORD:
1 ¶ To the chief Musician upon Aijeleth 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 roaring?
7 But now he hath made me weary: thou hast made desolate all my company.
8 And thou hast filled me with wrinkles, [which] is a witness [against me]: and my leanness rising up in me beareth witness to my face.
11 My days [are] like a shadow that declineth; and I am withered like grass.
7 Our bones are scattered at the grave's mouth, as when one cutteth and cleaveth [wood] upon the earth.
23 ¶ He weakened my strength in the way; he shortened my days.
15 I have sewed sackcloth upon my skin, and defiled my horn in the dust.
16 My face is foul with weeping, and on my eyelids [is] the shadow of death;
4 I am counted with them that go down into the pit: I am as a man [that hath] no strength:
6 I stretch forth my hands unto thee: my soul [thirsteth] after thee, as a thirsty land. Selah.
3 When I kept silence, my bones waxed old through my roaring all the day long.
4 For day and night thy hand was heavy upon me: my moisture is turned into the drought of summer. Selah.
5 My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; my skin is broken, and become loathsome.
25 ¶ DALETH. My soul cleaveth unto the dust: quicken thou me according to thy word.
4 My heart is sore pained within me: and the terrors of death are fallen upon me.
24 My knees are weak through fasting; and my flesh faileth of fatness.
13 I reckoned till morning, [that], as a lion, so will he break all my bones: from day [even] to night wilt thou make an end of me.
20 Behold, O LORD; for I [am] in distress: my bowels are troubled; mine heart is turned within me; for I have grievously rebelled: abroad the sword bereaveth, at home [there is] as death.
8 I am feeble and sore broken: I have roared by reason of the disquietness of my heart.
9 For I have eaten ashes like bread, and mingled my drink with weeping,
21 His flesh is consumed away, that it cannot be seen; and his bones [that] were not seen stick out.
53 They have cut off my life in the dungeon, and cast a stone upon me.