American Standard Version
"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. "
— Psalms 22:15, American Standard Version
“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.”
“My strength is dried up like a potsherd. My tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth. You have brought me into the dust of death.”
“The roof of my mouth is as dry as a piece of pottery; my tongue sticks to my gums. You set me in the dust of death.”
“My throat is dry like a broken vessel; my tongue is fixed to the roof of my mouth, and the dust of death is on my lips.”
“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.”
Many bulls have compassed me; Strong bulls of Bashan have beset me round.
They gape upon me with their mouth, Asa ravening and a roaring lion.
I am poured out like water, And all my bones are out of joint: My heart is like wax; It is melted within me.
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.
For dogs have compassed me: A company of evil-doers have inclosed me; They pierced my hands and my feet.
I may count all my bones. They look and stare upon me;
They part my garments among them, And upon my vesture do they cast lots.