Psalm 22:15-17

Revised Standard Version

¹⁵my strength is dried up like a potsherd,
and my tongue cleaves to my jaws;
thou dost lay me in the dust of death.

¹⁶Yea, dogs are round about me;
    a company of evildoers encircle me;
    they have pierced^[a] my hands and feet—
¹⁷I can count all my bones—
    they stare and gloat over me;

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Psalm 22:16 Gk Syr Jerome: Heb like a lion

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