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Psalm 22:15 - Tree of Life Version

15 I am poured out like water, and all my bones are disjointed. My heart is like wax— melting within my innards.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

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.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

15 My strength is dried up like a fragment of clay pottery; [with thirst] my tongue cleaves to my jaws; and You have brought me into the dust of death. [John 19:28.]

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American Standard Version (1901)

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.

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Common English Bible

15 My strength is dried up like a piece of broken pottery. My tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth; you’ve set me down in the dirt of death.

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Psalm 22:15
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After this, when Yeshua knew that all things were now completed, to fulfill the Scripture He said, “I am thirsty.”


I have sunk in deep mud, and there is no footing, I have come into deep waters, and a flood sweeps over me.


Therefore I will give Him a portion with the great, and He will divide the spoil with the mighty— because He poured out His soul to death, and was counted with transgressors. For He bore the sin of many, and interceded for the transgressors.


Scorn has broken my heart, so I am sick. I looked for sympathy, but there was none, for comforters, but found none.


My Lord, all my longing is before You, and my sighing is not hidden from You.


For I also passed on to you first of all what I also received— that Messiah died for our sins according to the Scriptures,


But when You hide Your face— they are dismayed. You take away their breath— they perish, and return to their dust.


And Yeshua cried out again with a loud voice and gave up His spirit.


A cheerful heart is good medicine, but a crushed spirit dries up the bones.


the voice of the nobles was hushed and their tongue stuck to their palate.


Multitudes who sleep in the dust of the earth will awake—some to everlasting life, and others to shame and everlasting contempt.


The nursing infant’s tongue clings to the roof of his mouth for thirst. Little children ask for bread, but no one gives it t0 them.


To You, Adonai, I called, and to my Lord I made my plea:


all flesh would perish together and mankind would return to dust.


Remember You fashioned me like clay; will You return me to dust?


Then Abraham answered and said, “Look, pray, I have decided to speak to my Lord, though I am dust and ashes.


By the sweat of your brow will you eat food, until you return to the ground, since from it were you taken. For you are dust, and to dust will you return.”


Why do You not pardon my transgression, and take away my iniquity? For now I will lie down in the dust, and You will search for me, but I will be gone.”


For we will all surely die and be like water spilt on the ground that cannot be gathered up again. Yet God does not take away life but rather, He devises plans so that a banished person may not remain an outcast from Him.


My bones cling to my skin and my flesh; I have escaped only by the skin of my teeth.


“And now my soul is poured out within me; days of suffering have taken hold of me.


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