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Psalm 22:15

New King James Version

My strength is dried up like a potsherd, And My tongue clings to My jaws; You have brought Me to the dust of death.

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Then Abraham answered and said, “Indeed now, I who am but dust and ashes have taken it upon myself to speak to the Lord:

In the sweat of your face you shall eat bread Till you return to the ground, For out of it you were taken; For dust you are, And to dust you shall return.”

For we will surely die and become like water spilled on the ground, which cannot be gathered up again. Yet God does not take away a life; but He devises means, so that His banished ones are not expelled from Him.

Remember, I pray, that You have made me like clay. And will You turn me into dust again?

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

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

“And now my soul is poured out because of my plight; The days of affliction take hold of me.

All flesh would perish together, And man would return to dust.

Why then do You not pardon my transgression, And take away my iniquity? For now I will lie down in the dust, And You will seek me diligently, But I will no longer be.”

You hide Your face, they are troubled; You take away their breath, they die and return to their dust.

“What profit is there in my blood, When I go down to the pit? Will the dust praise You? Will it declare Your truth?

My heart pants, my strength fails me; As for the light of my eyes, it also has gone from me.

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

I am weary with my crying; My throat is dry; My eyes fail while I wait for my God.

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

Therefore I will 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 He was numbered with the transgressors, And He bore the sin of many, And made intercession for the transgressors.

The tongue of the infant clings To the roof of its mouth for thirst; The young children ask for bread, But no one breaks it for them.

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

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

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

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




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