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15 My mouth is dried up like a piece of broken pottery.
    My tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth.
    You bring me down to the edge of the grave.
16 A group of sinful people has closed in on me.
    They are all around me like a pack of dogs.
    They have pierced my hands and my feet.
17 Everyone can see all my bones right through my skin.
    People stare at me. They laugh when I suffer.

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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

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