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15 My strength is gone, dried up like shards of pottery;
    my dry tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth;
    You lay me in the dust of death.

16 A throng of evil ones has surrounded me
    like a pack of wild dogs;
They[a] pierced my hands and ripped a hole in my feet.
17 I count all my bones;
    people gawk and stare at me.

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Footnotes

  1. 22:16 Most Hebrew manuscripts read, “like the lion.”

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