1 2 3 4 1-4 5

Psalms 22:15
My strength is dried up like a potsherd. My tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth. You have brought me into the dust of death.

--------------------

   1 2 3 4 1-4 5

Psalms 22:15
My strength is dried up like a potsherd. My tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth. You have brought me into the dust of death.

--------------------


Psalms 22:12
Many bulls have surrounded me. Strong bulls of Bashan have encircled me.

Psalms 22:13
They open their mouths wide against me, lions tearing prey and roaring.

Psalms 22:16
For dogs have surrounded me. A company of evildoers have enclosed me. They have pierced my hands and feet.

Psalms 22:17
I can count all of my bones. They look and stare at me.

Psalms 22:18
They divide my garments among them. They cast lots for my clothing.

-----

Psalms 22:29
All the rich ones of the earth shall eat and worship. All those who go down to the dust shall bow before him, even he who can’t keep his soul alive.

Isaiah 52:14
Just as many were astonished at you— his appearance was marred more than any man, and his form more than the sons of men—

Isaiah 53:12
Therefore I will give him a portion with the great. He will divide the plunder with the strong, because he poured out his soul to death and was counted with the transgressors; yet he bore the sins of many and made intercession for the transgressors.

-----

Job 10:9
Remember, I beg you, that you have fashioned me as clay. Will you bring me into dust again?

-----

Job 29:10
The voice of the nobles was hushed, and their tongue stuck to the roof of their mouth.

-----

Job 30:30
My skin grows black and peels from me. My bones are burned with heat.

Psalms 69:3
I am weary with my crying. My throat is dry. My eyes fail looking for my God.

Psalms 102:4
My heart is blighted like grass, and withered, for I forget to eat my bread.

Psalms 102:5
By reason of the voice of my groaning, my bones stick to my skin.

Proverbs 17:22
A cheerful heart makes good medicine, but a crushed spirit dries up the bones.

-----

Psalms 137:6
Let my tongue stick to the roof of my mouth if I don’t remember you, if I don’t prefer Jerusalem above my chief joy.


Public Domain