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Psalm 22:15

Modern King James Version

My strength is dried up like a potsherd, and My tongue clings to My jaws;

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

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

Therefore I will divide to Him with the great, and He shall divide the spoil with the strong; because He has poured out His soul to death; and He was counted among the transgressors; and He bore the sin of many, and made intercession for transgressors.

They also gave Me 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 to you first of all that which I also received, 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.

And crying again with a loud voice, Jesus released His spirit.

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

The noble's voice was subdued, and their tongue clung to the roof of their mouth.

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

The suckling's tongue cleaves to his palate in thirst; the young children ask bread; there is no breaking to them.

What profit is in my blood, in going down to the pit? Shall the dust praise You? Shall it tell of Your truth?

all flesh shall perish together, and man shall turn again to dust.

Remember, I beseech You, that You have formed me as the clay; and will You bring me into the dust again?

And Abraham answered and said, Behold now, I have taken upon me to speak to Jehovah, who am but dust and ashes.

In the sweat of your face you shall eat bread until you return to the ground, for out of it you were taken. For dust you are, and to dust you shall return.

And why do You not pardon my transgression, and take away my iniquity? For now I shall sleep in the dust, and You shall seek me in the morning, but I shall not be.

For we must all die, and we are as water spilled on the ground, which cannot be gathered up again. And God does not take a life, but has devised plans so that the outcast is not cast out from Him.

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

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




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