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14 They open their mouths against me,
    lions that rend and roar.(A)
15 Like water my life drains away;
    all my bones are disjointed.
My heart has become like wax,
    it melts away within me.
16 As dry as a potsherd is my throat;
    my tongue cleaves to my palate;
    you lay me in the dust of death.[a]

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  1. 22:16 The dust of death: the netherworld, the domain of the dead.