And Abraham will answer and say, Behold now, I have undertaken to speak to my Lord, and I dust and ashes.
Psalm 22:15 - Julia E. Smith Translation 1876 My strength was dried up as the potsherd, and my tongue cleaving to my jaws; and thou wilt set me for the dust of death. Tuilleadh leaganachaKing James Version (Oxford) 1769 My strength is dried up like a potsherd; And my tongue cleaveth to my jaws; And thou hast brought me into the dust of death. Amplified Bible - Classic Edition My strength is dried up like a fragment of clay pottery; [with thirst] my tongue cleaves to my jaws; and You have brought me into the dust of death. [John 19:28.] American Standard Version (1901) My strength is dried up like a potsherd; And my tongue cleaveth to my jaws; And thou hast brought me into the dust of death. Common English Bible My strength is dried up like a piece of broken pottery. My tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth; you’ve set me down in the dirt of death. |
And Abraham will answer and say, Behold now, I have undertaken to speak to my Lord, and I dust and ashes.
In the sweat of thy face thou shalt eat food until thy turning back to the earth; for out of it thou wert taken; for dust thou art, and to dust shalt thou turn back.
For dying, we shall die, and as waters poured out on the earth, which will not be gathered; and God will not lift up the soul: and reckoning, he reckons that the fugitive shall not be driven out from him.
Remember now, thou didst make me as day; and thou wilt turn me back to dust.
My bone cleaved to my skin and to my flesh, and I shall escape with the skin of my teeth.
The voice the leaders hid, and their tongue was joined to their palate.
And now my soul shall be poured out upon me; and the days of affliction will hold me fast
And why wilt thou not lift up my transgression and pass over mine iniquity? for now I shall lie down to the dust; and thou soughtest me and I was not
Thou wilt hide thy face, they will tremble: thou wilt take away their spirit, they shall expire and turn back to dust
What the profit in my blood in my going down to the pit? shall the dust praise thee? shall it announce thy truth?
O Jehovah, before thee all my desire, and my sighing was not hid from thee.
And they will give my food poison, and for my thirst they will give me vinegar to drink.
I was wearied in my calling, my throat was dried up: mine eyes failed waiting for my God.
A joyful heart shall make good healing: and a dejected spirit shall dry up the bones.
For this I will divide to him with many, and he shall divide the spoil with the strong; for which his soul was poured out to death, and he was numbered with transgressors; and he lifted up the sin of many, and he will supplicate for transgressors.
The tongue of the suckling adhered to his palate in thirst: the young children asked for bread, none breaking bread to them.
And many sleeping in the earth of dust shall awake, these to eternal life, and these to reproach and eternal abhorrence.
After this, Jesus knowing that all things were already completed, that the writing might be finished, says, I thirst.
For I delivered to you among the first, what I also received, that Christ died for our sins, according to the writings;