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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King 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.

Psalm 22:15 Tagairtí Cros

Psalm 104:29

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.

Psalm 30:9

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?

Psalm 38:10

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

Psalm 69:21

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

Psalm 69:3

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