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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]
17 Dogs surround me;
    a pack of evildoers closes in on me.
They have pierced my hands and my feet
18     I can count all my bones.(A)
They stare at me and gloat;

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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.
17 All my bones are on display;
    people stare(C) and gloat over me.(D)
18 They divide my clothes among them
    and cast lots(E) for my garment.(F)

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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