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Psalm 22:15

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My strength is dried up like pieces of broken pottery. My tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth. You lay me down in the dust of death.

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After this, when Jesus knew that everything had now been finished, he said, “I’m thirsty.” He said this so that Scripture could finally be concluded.

I am exhausted from crying for help. My throat is hoarse. My eyes are strained ⌞from⌟ looking for my God.

So I will give him a share among the mighty, and he will divide the prize with the strong, because he poured out his life in death and he was counted with sinners. He carried the sins of many. He intercedes for those who are rebellious.

They poisoned my food, and when I was thirsty, they gave me vinegar to drink.

My heart is pounding. I have lost my strength. Even the light of my eyes has left me.

I passed on to you the most important points of doctrine that I had received: Christ died to take away our sins as the Scriptures predicted.

You hide your face, and they are terrified. You take away their breath, and they die and return to dust.

Then Jesus loudly cried out once again and gave up his life.

A joyful heart is good medicine, but depression drains one’s strength.

The voices of nobles were hushed, and their tongues stuck to the roofs of their mouths.

Many sleeping in the ground will wake up. Some will wake up to live forever, but others will wake up to be ashamed and disgraced forever.

The tongues of nursing infants stick to the roofs of their mouths because of their thirst. Little children beg for bread, but no one will break off a piece for them.

“How will you profit if my blood is shed, if I go into the pit? Will the dust ⌞of my body⌟ give thanks to you? Will it tell about your truth?”

all living beings would die together, and humanity would return to dust.

Please remember that you made me out of clay and that you will return me to the dust again.

Abraham asked, “Consider now, if I may be so bold as to ask you, although I’m ⌞only⌟ dust and ashes,

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

Why don’t you forgive my disobedience and take away my sin? Soon I’ll lie down in the dust. Then you will search for me, but I’ll be gone!”

We are all going to die; we are all like water that is poured on the ground and can’t be gathered up. But doesn’t God forgive a person? He never plans to keep a banished person in exile.

I am skin and bones, and I have escaped only by the skin of my teeth.

“Now my life is pouring out of me. Days of suffering seize me.




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