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15 My strength has dried up like a piece of a broken pot.
    My tongue sticks to the top of my mouth.
    You laid me in the dust of death.
16 Evil men have surrounded me.
    Like dogs they have trapped me.
    They have bitten my arms and legs.
17 I can count all my bones.
    People look and stare at me.

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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.

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