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Psalm 22:15 - 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.

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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.]

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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.

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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.

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English Standard Version 2016

my strength is dried up like a potsherd, and my tongue sticks to my jaws; you lay me in the dust of death.

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Psalm 22:15
22 Marejeleo ya Msalaba  

And Abraham answered and said, Behold now, I have taken upon me to speak unto the Lord, which 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 respect any person: yet doth he devise means, that his banished be not expelled from him.


Remember, I beseech thee, that thou hast made me as the clay; And wilt thou bring me into dust again?


My bone cleaveth to my skin and to my flesh, And I am escaped with 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 shall perish together, And man shall turn again unto dust.


And why dost thou not pardon my transgression, And take away mine iniquity? For now shall I sleep in the dust; And thou shalt seek me in the morning, but I shall not be.


Thou hidest thy face, they are troubled: Thou takest 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 thee? Shall it declare thy truth?


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


They gave me also gall for my meat; And in my thirst they gave me vinegar to drink.


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


A merry heart doeth good like a medicine: But a broken spirit drieth the bones.


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


The tongue of the sucking child cleaveth To the roof of his mouth for thirst: 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.


Jesus, when he had cried again with a loud voice, yielded up the ghost.


After this, Jesus knowing that all things were now accomplished, that the scripture might be fulfilled, saith, 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;