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16 My strength is dried up like a clay pot,
my tongue clings to my jaws.
You lay me in the dust of death.

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

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Footnotes

  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