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Psalm 22:15 - Hebrew Names version (HNV)

15 My strength is dried up like a potsherd. My tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth. You have 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  

Avraham answered, *See now, I have taken it on myself to speak to the Lord, who am but dust and ashes.


By the sweat of your face will you eat bread until you return to the ground, for out of it you were taken. For you are dust, and to dust you shall return.*


For we must needs die, and are as water split on the ground, which can't be gathered up again; neither does God take away life, but devises means, that he who is banished not be an outcast from him.


Remember, I beg you, that you have fashioned me as clay. Will you bring me into dust again?


My bones stick to my skin and to my flesh. I have escaped by the skin of my teeth.


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


*Now my soul is poured out within me. Days of affliction have taken hold on me.


all flesh would perish together, and man would turn again to dust.


Why do you not pardon my disobedience, and take away my iniquity? For now shall I lie down in the dust. You will seek me diligently, but I shall not be.*


You hide your face: they are troubled; you take away their breath: they die, and return to the dust.


*What profit is there in my destruction, if I go down to the pit? Shall the dust praise you? Shall it declare your truth?


My heart throbs. My strength fails me. As for the light of my eyes, it has also left me.


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


I am weary with my crying. My throat is dry. My eyes fail, looking for my God.


A cheerful heart makes good medicine, but a crushed spirit dries 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 to death, and was numbered with the transgressors: yet he bore the sin of many, and made intercession for the transgressors.


The tongue of the sucking child cleaves to the roof of his mouth for thirst: The young children ask bread, and no man breaks it to them.


Many of those who sleep in the dust of the earth shall awake, some to everlasting life, and some to shame and everlasting contempt.


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


After this, Yeshua, seeing that all things were now finished, that the Scripture might be fulfilled, said, *I am thirsty.*


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


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