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16 As dry as a potsherd is my throat;
    my tongue cleaves to my palate;
    you lay me in the dust of death.[a]

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  1. 22:16 The dust of death: the netherworld, the domain of the dead.

16 Dogs(A) surround me,
    a pack of villains encircles me;
    they pierce[a](B) my hands and my feet.

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  1. 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

22 Instead they gave me poison for my food;
    and for my thirst they gave me vinegar.(A)

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22 May the table set before them become a snare;
    may it become retribution and[a] a trap.(A)

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  1. Psalm 69:22 Or snare / and their fellowship become