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Psalm 22:15

King James 2000

My strength is dried up like a potsherd; and my tongue clings to my jaws; and you have brought me to the dust of death.

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After this, Jesus knowing that all things were now accomplished, that the scripture might be fulfilled, said, I thirst.

I am weary from my crying: my throat is dried: my 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 has poured out his soul unto death: and he was numbered with the transgressors; and he bore 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 pants, my strength fails me: as for the light of my eyes, it also is gone from me.

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

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

Jesus, when he had cried again with a loud voice, yielded up his spirit.

A merry heart does good like a medicine: but a broken spirit dries the bones.

The nobles held their peace, 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 nursing child clings to the roof of his mouth for thirst: the young children ask bread, and no man breaks it unto them.

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

All flesh would perish together, and man would turn again unto dust.

Remember, I beseech you, that you have made me as the clay; and will you 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 your face shall you eat bread, till you return unto the ground; for out of it were you taken: for dust you are, and unto dust shall you return.

And why do you not pardon my transgression, and take away my iniquity? for now shall I sleep in the dust; and you shall seek me in the morning, 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 does God respect any person: yet does he devise means, that his banished one be not expelled from him.

My bone clings to my skin and to my flesh, and I have escaped by the skin of my teeth.

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




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