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15 I’m so thirsty and parched—dry as a bone.
My tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth.
And now you’ve left me in the dust for dead.
16 They have pierced my hands and my feet.
Like a pack of wild dogs they tear at me,
swirling around me with their hatred.
They gather around me like lions to pin[a] my hands and feet.
17 All my bones stick out.
Look at how they all gloat over me and stare!

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Footnotes

  1. Psalm 22:16 Or “to maul” or “to pierce.”

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