“Your hands shaped(A) me and made me.
    Will you now turn and destroy me?(B)

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Thine hands have made me and fashioned me together round about; yet thou dost destroy me.

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13 If the only home I hope for is the grave,(A)
    if I spread out my bed(B) in the realm of darkness,(C)

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13 If I wait, the grave is mine house: I have made my bed in the darkness.

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23 I know you will bring me down to death,(A)
    to the place appointed for all the living.(B)

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23 For I know that thou wilt bring me to death, and to the house appointed for all living.

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15 My mouth[a] is dried up like a potsherd,(A)
    and my tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth;(B)
    you lay me in the dust(C) of death.

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Footnotes

  1. Psalm 22:15 Probable reading of the original Hebrew text; Masoretic Text strength

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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27 Just as people are destined to die once,(A) and after that to face judgment,(B)

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27 And as it is appointed unto men once to die, but after this the judgment:

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