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Psalm 22:15 - American Standard Version 2015

15 My strength is dried up like a potsherd;\par\tab And my tongue cleaveth to my jaws;\par\tab And thou hast brought me into the dust of death.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

15 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.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

15 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.]

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American Standard Version (1901)

15 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.

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Common English Bible

15 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.

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Psalm 22:15
22 Tagairtí Cros  

And Abraham answered and said, Behold now, I have taken upon me to speak unto the Lord, who am but dust and ashes:


in the sweat of thy face shalt thou eat bread, till thou return unto the ground; for out of it wast thou taken: for dust thou art, and unto dust shalt thou return.


For we must needs die, and are as water spilt on the ground, which cannot be gathered up again; neither doth God take away life, but deviseth means, that he that is banished be not an outcast from him.


Remember, I beseech thee, that thou hast fashioned me as clay;\par\tab And wilt thou bring me into dust again?


My bone cleaveth to my skin and to my flesh,\par\tab And I am escaped with the skin of my teeth.


The voice of the nobels was hushed,\par\tab And their tongue cleaved to the roof of their mouth.


And now my soul is poured out within me;\par\tab Days of affliction have taken hold upon me.


All flesh shall perish together,\par\tab And man shall turn again unto dust.\par


And why dost thou not pardon my transgression, and take away mine iniquity?\par\tab For now shall I lie down in the dust;\par\tab And thou wilt seek me diligently, but I shall not be.\par


Thou hidest thy face, they are troubled;\par\tab Thou takest away their breath, they die,\par\tab And return to their dust.


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


My heart throbbeth, my strength faileth me:\par\tab As for the light of mine eyes, it also is gone from me.


They gave me also gall for my food;\par\tab And in my thirst they gave me vinegar to drink.


I am weary with my crying; my throat is dried:\par\tab Mine eyes fail while I wait for my God.


A cheerful heart is a good medicine;\par\tab But a broken spirit drieth up the bones.


Therefore will I 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 was numbered with the transgressors: yet he bare the sin of many, and made intercession for the transgressors.\par


The tongue of the sucking child cleaveth to the roof of his mouth for thirst:\par\tab The young children ask bread, and no man breaketh it unto them.


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


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


After this Jesus, knowing that all things are now finished, that the scripture might be accomplished, saith, {\cf6 I thirst.}


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


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