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15 my strength is (A)dried up like a potsherd,
    and my (B)tongue sticks to my jaws;
    you lay me in the dust of death.
16 For (C)dogs encompass me;
    a company of evildoers (D)encircles me;
they have (E)pierced my hands and feet[a]
17 I can count all my bones—
they (F)stare and gloat over me;

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  1. Psalm 22:16 Some Hebrew manuscripts, Septuagint, Vulgate, Syriac; most Hebrew manuscripts like a lion [they are at] my hands and feet