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Psalm 22:15 - King James 2000

15 My strength is dried up like a potsherd; and my tongue clings to my jaws; and you have brought me to 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 your face shall you eat bread, till you return unto the ground; for out of it were you taken: for dust you are, and unto dust shall you return.


For we must needs die, and are as water spilt on the ground, which cannot be gathered up again; neither does God respect any person: yet does he devise means, that his banished one be not expelled from him.


Remember, I beseech you, that you have made me as the clay; and will you bring me into dust again?


My bone clings to my skin and to my flesh, and I have escaped by the skin of my teeth.


The nobles held their peace, and their tongue cleaved to the roof of their mouth.


And now my soul is poured out upon me; the days of affliction have taken hold upon me.


All flesh would perish together, and man would turn again unto dust.


And why do you not pardon my transgression, and take away my iniquity? for now shall I sleep in the dust; and you shall seek me in the morning, but I shall not be.


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


What profit is there in my blood, when I go down to the pit? Shall the dust praise you? shall it declare your truth?


My heart pants, my strength fails me: as for the light of my eyes, it also is gone from me.


They gave me also gall for my food; and in my thirst they gave me vinegar to drink.


I am weary from my crying: my throat is dried: my eyes fail while I wait for my God.


A merry heart does good like a medicine: but a broken spirit dries the bones.


Therefore will I divide him a portion with the great, and he shall divide the spoil with the strong; because he has poured out his soul unto death: and he was numbered with the transgressors; and he bore the sin of many, and made intercession for the transgressors.


The tongue of the nursing child clings to the roof of his mouth for thirst: the young children ask bread, and no man breaks 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.


Jesus, when he had cried again with a loud voice, yielded up his spirit.


After this, Jesus knowing that all things were now accomplished, that the scripture might be fulfilled, said, I thirst.


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


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