15 My (A)strength is dried up like a potsherd,
And (B)my tongue cleaves to my jaws;
And You (C)lay me [a]in the dust of death.
16 For (D)dogs have surrounded me;
[b]A band of evildoers has encompassed me;
[c]They (E)pierced my hands and my feet.
17 I can count all my bones.
(F)They look, they stare at me;

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Footnotes

  1. Psalm 22:15 Lit to
  2. Psalm 22:16 Or An assembly
  3. Psalm 22:16 Another reading is Like a lion, my...

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