15 My strength is dried up like a potsherd, and my tongue cleaveth to my jaws, and thou [a]hast brought me into the dust of death.

16 For dogs have compassed me, and the assembly of the wicked have enclosed me: they [b]pierced mine hands and my feet.

17 I may tell all my bones, yet they behold, and look upon me.

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Footnotes

  1. Psalm 22:15 Thou had suffered me to be without all hope of life.
  2. Psalm 22:16 Thus David complaineth as though he were nailed by his enemies both hands and feet: but this was accomplished in Christ.

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