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15 my strength is dried up like a potsherd,
    and my tongue cleaves to my jaws;
    thou dost lay me in the dust of death.

16 Yea, dogs are round about me;
    a company of evildoers encircle me;
    they have pierced[a] my hands and feet—
17 I can count all my bones—
    they stare and gloat over me;

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Footnotes

  1. Psalm 22:16 Gk Syr Jerome: Heb like a lion

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