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 gaped upon me with their mouths, 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 in the midst of my bowels.
3For my days are consumed like smoke, and my bones are burned as an hearth.
4My heart is smitten, and withered like grass; so that I forget to eat my bread.
5By reason of the voice of my groaning my bones cleave to my skin.
16For dogs have compassed me: the assembly of the wicked have inclosed me: they pierced my hands and my feet.
17I may tell all my bones: they look and stare upon me.
16And now my soul is poured out upon me; the days of affliction have taken hold upon me.
17My bones are pierced in me in the night season: and my sinews take no rest.
18By the great force of my disease is my garment changed: 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 grief, and my years with sighing: my strength faileth because of mine iniquity, and my bones are consumed.
13From 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 desote and faint all the day.
14The 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.
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 darkness, 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, 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.
13His archers compass me round about, he cleaveth my reins asunder, and doth not spare; he poureth out my gall upon the ground.
1My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the graves are ready for me.
10My heart panteth, 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 desote.
19But be not thou far from me, O LORD: O my strength, haste thee to help me.
12I am forgotten as a dead man out of mind: I am like a broken vessel.
3I am weary of my crying: my throat is dried: mine eyes fail while I wait for my God.
18And I said, My strength and my hope is perished from the LORD:
1To the chief Musician upon Aijeleth Shahar, A alm 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?
7But now he hath made me weary: thou hast made desolate all my company.
8And thou hast filled me with wrinkles, which is a witness against me: and my leanness rising up in me beareth witness to my face.
11My days are like a shadow that declineth; and I am withered like grass.
7Our bones are scattered at the grave's mouth, as when one cutteth and cleaveth wood upon the earth.
23He weakened my strength in the way; he shortened my days.
15I have sewed sackcloth upon my skin, and defiled my horn in the dust.
16My face is foul with weeping, and on my eyelids is the shadow of death;
4I am counted with them that go down into the pit: I am as a man that hath no strength:
6I stretch forth my hands unto thee: my soul thirsteth after thee, as a thirsty land. Selah.
3When I kept silence, my bones waxed old through my roaring all the day long.
4For day and night thy hand was heavy upon me: my moisture is turned into the drought of summer. Selah.
5My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; my skin is broken, and become loathsome.
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 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.
20Behold, 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.
8I am feeble and sore broken: I have roared 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 cast a stone upon me.