Psalms 22:15
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 clings to my jaws; You have brought me into the dust of death.
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 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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13They gaped at me with their mouths, like a ravening and roaring lion.
14I am poured out like water, and all my bones are out of joint; my heart is like wax; it is melted within me.
3For my days are consumed like smoke, and my bones are burned like a hearth.
4My heart is stricken and withered like grass, so I forget to eat my bread.
5Because of the voice of my groaning, my bones cling to my skin.
16For dogs have surrounded me; the assembly of the wicked have enclosed me; they pierced my hands and my feet.
17I can count all my bones; they look and stare at me.
16And now my soul is poured out within me; the days of affliction have seized me.
17My bones are pierced in me at night, and my sinews find no rest.
18By the great force of my disease my garment is changed: it binds me about like the collar of my coat.
19He has cast me into the mire, and I have become like dust and ashes.
10For my life is spent with grief, and my years with sighing: my strength fails because of my iniquity, and my bones are consumed.
13From above he has sent fire into my bones, and it prevails against them: he has spread a net for my feet, he has turned me back: he has made me desolate and faint all the day.
14The yoke of my transgressions is bound by his hand: they are woven together, and come upon my neck: he has made my strength to fall, the Lord has delivered me into their hands, from whom I am not able to rise up.
4My flesh and my skin He has made old; He has broken my bones.
3For the enemy has persecuted my soul; he has crushed my life to the ground; he has made me dwell in darkness, like those long dead.
4Therefore my spirit is overwhelmed within me; my heart within me is desolate.
20My bone clings to my skin and to my flesh, and I have escaped with the skin of my teeth.
16He has also broken my teeth with gravel stones; He has covered me with ashes.
12I was at ease, but he has broken me apart; he has also seized me by my neck and shaken me to pieces and set me up as his target.
13His archers surround me, he cleaves my entrails asunder and does not spare; he pours out my gall upon the ground.
1My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the graves are ready for me.
10My heart pants, my strength fails me; as for the light of my eyes, it also has gone from me.
11He has turned aside my ways and torn me to pieces; He has made me desolate.
19But do not be far from me, O LORD; O my strength, hurry 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 dry; my eyes fail while I wait for my God.
18And I said, My strength and my hope perished from the LORD.
1My God, my God, why have You forsaken me? Why are You so far from helping me, and from the words of my groaning?
7But now he has made me weary; you have made desolate all my company.
8You have filled me with wrinkles, which is a witness against me, and my leanness rising up in me bears witness to my face.
11My days are like a shadow that declines, and I am withered like grass.
7Our bones are scattered at the mouth of the grave, as when one cuts and splits wood upon the earth.
23He weakened my strength in the way; he shortened my days.
15I have sewn sackcloth upon my skin and defiled my horn in the dust.
16My face is flushed with weeping, and on my eyelids is the shadow of death;
4I am counted with those who go down into the pit; I am as a man who has no strength:
6I stretch forth my hands to You; my soul thirsts for You like a thirsty land. Selah.
3When I kept silent, my bones grew old through my groaning all day long.
4For day and night Your hand was heavy upon me; my vitality turned into the drought of summer. Selah.
5My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; my skin is broken and becomes loathsome.
25DALETH. My soul clings to the dust; revive me according to Your word.
4My heart is in anguish within me, and the terrors of death have fallen upon me.
24My knees are weak through fasting, and my flesh is lean of fatness.
13I counted till morning, that as a lion, so will He break all my bones: from day to night You make an end of me.
20Behold, O LORD; for I am in distress: my heart is troubled; my heart is turned within me; for I have grievously rebelled: abroad the sword bereaves, at home there is as death.
8I am feeble and severely broken; I have roared because of the disquiet of my heart.
9For I have eaten ashes like bread and mixed my drink with weeping,
21His flesh is consumed away, that it cannot be seen; and his bones, that were not seen, stick out.
53They cut off my life in the pit and threw a stone upon me.