Psalms 22:15
Dried up as an earthen vessel is my power, And my tongue is cleaving to my jaws.
Dried up as an earthen vessel is my power, And my tongue is cleaving to my jaws.
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13They have opened against me their mouth, A lion tearing and roaring.
14As waters I have been poured out, And separated themselves have all my bones, My heart hath been like wax, It is melted in the midst of my bowels.
3For consumed in smoke have been my days, And my bones as a fire-brand have burned.
4Smitten as the herb, and withered, is my heart, For I have forgotten to eat my bread.
5From the voice of my sighing Hath my bone cleaved to my flesh.
16And to the dust of death thou appointest me, For surrounded me have dogs, A company of evil doers have compassed me, Piercing my hands and my feet.
17I count all my bones -- they look expectingly, They look upon me,
16And now, in me my soul poureth itself out, Seize me do days of affliction.
17At night my bone hath been pierced in me, And mine eyelids do not lie down.
18By the abundance of power, Is my clothing changed, As the mouth of my coat it doth gird me.
19Casting me into mire, And I am become like dust and ashes.
10For my life hath been consumed in sorrow And my years in sighing. Feeble because of mine iniquity hath been my strength, And my bones have become old.
13From above He hath sent fire into my bone, And it subdueth it, He hath spread a net for my feet, He hath turned me backward, He hath made me desolate -- all the day sick.
14Bound hath been the yoke of my transgressions by His hand, They are wrapped together, They have gone up on my neck, He hath caused my power to stumble, The Lord hath given me into hands, I am not able to rise.
4He hath worn out my flesh and my skin. He hath broken my bones.
3For an enemy hath pursued my soul, He hath bruised to the earth my life, He hath caused me to dwell in dark places, As the dead of old.
4And my spirit in me is become feeble, Within me is my heart become desolate.
20To my skin and to my flesh Cleaved hath my bone, And I deliver myself with the skin of my teeth.
16And He breaketh with gravel my teeth, He hath covered me with ashes.
12At ease I have been, and he breaketh me, And he hath laid hold on my neck, And he breaketh me in pieces, And he raiseth me to him for a mark.
13Go round against me do his archers. He splitteth my reins, and spareth not, He poureth out to the earth my gall.
1My spirit hath been destroyed, My days extinguished -- graves `are' for me.
10My heart `is' panting, my power hath forsaken me, And the light of mine eyes, Even they are not with me.
11My ways He is turning aside, and He pulleth me in pieces, He hath made me a desolation.
19And Thou, O Jehovah, be not far off, O my strength, to help me haste.
12I have been forgotten as dead out of mind, I have been as a perishing vessel.
3I have been wearied with my calling, Burnt hath been my throat, Consumed have been mine eyes, waiting for my God.
18And I say, Perished hath my strength and my hope from Jehovah.
1To the Overseer, on `The Hind of the Morning.' -- A Psalm of David. My God, my God, why hast Thou forsaken me? Far from my salvation, The words of my roaring?
7Only, now, it hath wearied me; Thou hast desolated all my company,
8And Thou dost loathe me, For a witness it hath been, And rise up against me doth my failure, In my face it testifieth.
11My days as a shadow `are' stretched out, And I -- as the herb I am withered.
7As one tilling and ripping up in the land, Have our bones been scattered at the command of Saul.
23He hath humbled in the way my power, He hath shortened my days.
15Sackcloth I have sewed on my skin, And have rolled in the dust my horn.
16My face is foul with weeping, And on mine eyelids `is' death-shade.
4I have been reckoned with those going down `to' the pit, I have been as a man without strength.
6I have spread forth my hands unto Thee, My soul `is' as a weary land for Thee. Selah.
3When I have kept silence, become old have my bones, Through my roaring all the day.
4When by day and by night Thy hand is heavy upon me, My moisture hath been changed Into the droughts of summer. Selah.
5Clothed hath been my flesh `with' worms, And a clod of dust, My skin hath been shrivelled and is loathsome,
25`Daleth.' Cleaved to the dust hath my soul, Quicken me according to Thy word.
4My heart is pained within me, And terrors of death have fallen on me.
24My knees have been feeble from fasting, And my flesh hath failed of fatness.
13I have set `Him' till morning as a lion, So doth He break all my bones, From day unto night Thou dost end me.
20See, O Jehovah, for distress `is' to me, My bowels have been troubled, Turned hath been my heart in my midst, For I have greatly provoked, From without bereaved hath the sword, In the house `it is' as death.
8I have been feeble and smitten -- unto excess, I have roared from disquietude of heart.
9Because ashes as bread I have eaten, And my drink with weeping have mingled,
21His flesh is consumed from being seen, And high are his bones, they were not seen!
53They have cut off in a pit my life, And they cast a stone against me.