Psalm 22:16-18
New American Bible (Revised Edition)
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;
Footnotes
- 22:16 The dust of death: the netherworld, the domain of the dead.
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