NET Bible
"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."
— Psalms 22:15, NET Bible
“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; 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.”
“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 surround me; powerful bulls of Bashan hem me in.
They open their mouths to devour me like a roaring lion that rips its prey.
My strength drains away like water; all my bones are dislocated; my heart is like wax; it melts away inside me.
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.
Yes, wild dogs surround me– a gang of evil men crowd around me; like a lion they pin my hands and feet.
I can count all my bones; my enemies are gloating over me in triumph.
They are dividing up my clothes among themselves; they are rolling dice for my garments.