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Psalm 22:15

American Standard Version (1901)

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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After this Jesus, knowing that all things are now finished, that the scripture might be accomplished, saith, I thirst.

I am weary with my crying; my throat is dried: Mine eyes fail while I wait for my God.

Therefore will I divide him a portion with the great, and he shall divide the spoil with the strong; because he poured out his soul unto death, and was numbered with the transgressors: yet he bare the sin of many, and made intercession for the transgressors.

They gave me also gall for my food; And in my thirst they gave me vinegar to drink.

My heart throbbeth, my strength faileth me: As for the light of mine eyes, it also is gone from me.

For I delivered unto you first of all that which also I received: that Christ died for our sins according to the scriptures;

Thou hidest thy face, they are troubled; Thou takest away their breath, they die, And return to their dust.

And Jesus cried again with a loud voice, and yielded up his spirit.

A cheerful heart is a good medicine; But a broken spirit drieth up the bones.

The voice of the nobles was hushed, And their tongue cleaved to the roof of their mouth.

And many of them that sleep in the dust of the earth shall awake, some to everlasting life, and some to shame and everlasting contempt.

The tongue of the sucking child cleaveth to the roof of his mouth for thirst: The young children ask bread, and no man breaketh it unto them.

What profit is there in my blood, when I go down to the pit? Shall the dust praise thee? shall it declare thy truth?

All flesh shall perish together, And man shall turn again unto dust.

Remember, I beseech thee, that thou hast fashioned me as clay; And wilt thou bring me into dust again?

And Abraham answered and said, Behold now, I have taken upon me to speak unto the Lord, who am but dust and ashes:

in the sweat of thy face shalt thou eat bread, till thou return unto the ground; for out of it wast thou taken: for dust thou art, and unto dust shalt thou return.

And why dost thou not pardon my transgression, and take away mine iniquity? For now shall I lie down in the dust; And thou wilt seek me diligently, but I shall not be.

For we must needs die, and are as water spilt on the ground, which cannot be gathered up again; neither doth God take away life, but deviseth means, that he that is banished be not an outcast from him.

My bone cleaveth to my skin and to my flesh, And I am escaped with the skin of my teeth.

And now my soul is poured out within me; Days of affliction have taken hold upon me.




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