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15 My strength has dried up
    like a broken clay pot,
and my tongue sticks
    to the roof of my mouth.
You, God, have left me
    to die in the dirt.

16 Brutal enemies attack me
    like a pack of dogs,
tearing at[a] my hands
    and my feet.
17 I can count all my bones,
and my enemies just stare
    and sneer at me.

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Footnotes

  1. 22.16 tearing at: One possible meaning for the difficult Hebrew text.

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