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15 my strength is dried up like a potsherd,
    and my tongue cleaves to my jaws;
    thou dost lay me in the dust of death.

16 Yea, dogs are round about me;
    a company of evildoers encircle me;
    they have pierced[a] my hands and feet—
17 I can count all my bones—
    they stare and gloat over me;

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  1. Psalm 22:16 Gk Syr Jerome: Heb like a lion

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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  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

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.

16 For dogs have compassed me: the assembly of the wicked have inclosed me: they pierced my hands and my feet.

17 I may tell all my bones: they look and stare upon me.

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