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

15 My mouth[a] is dried up like a potsherd,(A)
    and my tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth;(B)
    you lay me in the dust(C) of death.

16 Dogs(D) surround me,
    a pack of villains encircles me;
    they pierce[b](E) my hands and my feet.
17 All my bones are on display;
    people stare(F) and gloat over me.(G)

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  1. Psalm 22:15 Probable reading of the original Hebrew text; Masoretic Text strength
  2. Psalm 22:16 Dead Sea Scrolls and some manuscripts of the Masoretic Text, Septuagint and Syriac; most manuscripts of the Masoretic Text me, / like a lion