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15 My strength has dried up like a ·clay pot [potsherd],
    and my tongue sticks to the top of my mouth.
    You laid me in the dust of death.
16 Evil people have surrounded me;
    like dogs ·they [a group of evil people] have trapped me.
    They have ·bitten [pierced; or shriveled] my ·arms [hands] and ·legs [feet].
17 I can count all my bones;
    people look and stare at me.

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