My strength is dried up like a potsherd, and my tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth. You lay me in the dust of death. Context 15My strength is dried up like a potsherd,And my tongue cleaves to my jaws; And You lay me in the dust of death. 16For dogs have surrounded me; 17I can count all my bones. 18They divide my garments among them, 19But You, O LORD, be not far off; 20Deliver my soul from the sword, 21Save me from the lions mouth; 22I will tell of Your name to my brethren; 23You who fear the LORD, praise Him; 24For He has not despised nor abhorred the affliction of the afflicted; 25From You comes my praise in the great assembly; 26The afflicted will eat and be satisfied; 27All the ends of the earth will remember and turn to the LORD, 28For the kingdom is the LORDS 29All the prosperous of the earth will eat and worship, 30Posterity will serve Him; 31They will come and will declare His righteousness Links Psalm 22:15 NIVPsalm 22:15 NLT Psalm 22:15 ESV Psalm 22:15 NASB Psalm 22:15 KJV Psalm 22:15 Commentaries Bible Hub |



