15 My strength is dried up like a potsherd, and my tongue cleaveth to my jaws, and thou [a]hast brought me into the dust of death.

16 For dogs have compassed me, and the assembly of the wicked have enclosed me: they [b]pierced mine hands and my feet.

17 I may tell all my bones, yet they behold, and look upon me.

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  1. Psalm 22:15 Thou had suffered me to be without all hope of life.
  2. Psalm 22:16 Thus David complaineth as though he were nailed by his enemies both hands and feet: but this was accomplished in Christ.

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.

16 Dogs(D) surround me,
    a pack of villains encircles me;
    they pierce[b](E) my hands and my feet.
17 All my bones are on display;
    people stare(F) and gloat over me.(G)

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Footnotes

  1. Psalm 22:15 Probable reading of the original Hebrew text; Masoretic Text strength
  2. Psalm 22:16 Dead Sea Scrolls and some manuscripts of the Masoretic Text, Septuagint and Syriac; most manuscripts of the Masoretic Text me, / like a lion