Cross References

Psalm 22:15

Psalms of David in Metre 1650 (Scottish Psalter)

My strength is like a potsherd dry'd; my tongue it cleaveth fast Unto my jaws; and to the dust of death thou brought me hast.

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I weary with my crying am, my throat is also dry'd; Mine eyes do fail, while for my God I waiting do abide.

They also bitter gall did give unto me for my meat: They gave me vinegar to drink, when as my thirst was great.

My heart doth pant incessantly, my strength doth quite decay; As for mine eyes, their wonted light is from me gone away.

Thou hid'st thy face; they troubled are, their breath thou tak'st away; Then do they die, and to their dust return again do they.

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