My strength has dried up like sunbaked clay. My tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth. You have laid me in the dust and left me for dead.

我的精力枯干，如同瓦片；我的舌头贴在我牙床上。你将我安置在死地的尘土中。

我的精力枯干，如同瓦片，我的舌头紧贴上颚。你将我安置在死灰中。

我的精力枯干，如同瓦片，我的舌头紧贴上颚。你将我安置在死灰中。

我的力量枯竭如焦土，我的舌头发干紧贴上颚。你把我放在死亡的尘土中。

我的精力像瓦片一样枯干，我的舌头紧黏着上颚，你把我放在死亡的尘土中。

我的力量如同瓦片一样枯干，我的舌头紧贴在上颚；你把我安放在死亡的尘土中。

我的精力枯乾，如同瓦片；我的舌頭貼在我牙牀上。你將我安置在死地的塵土中。

我的精力枯乾，如同瓦片，我的舌頭緊貼上顎。你將我安置在死灰中。

我的精力枯乾，如同瓦片，我的舌頭緊貼上顎。你將我安置在死灰中。

我的力量枯竭如焦土，我的舌頭髮乾緊貼上顎。你把我放在死亡的塵土中。

我的精力像瓦片一樣枯乾，我的舌頭緊黏著上顎，你把我放在死亡的塵土中。

我的精力枯乾、如同瓦器；我的舌頭貼在牙床上；你放我於死地之塵土中。

我的力量如同瓦片一樣枯乾，我的舌頭緊貼在上顎；你把我放在死亡的塵土中。

精力既枯、有如破瓦、舌貼於齦、爾置我於死地之塵兮、

精力日以衰、如陶器嘆火而燥兮、齦閉舌卷、命臨死地兮、

我精力已衰、枯如瓦片、我舌貼於上齶、主將我置於死地之塵埃、

體渙解兮骨脫。心消融兮如蠟。

My mouth is dried up like a potsherd, and my tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth; you lay me in the dust of death.

My mouth is dried up like a piece of broken pottery. My tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth. You bring me down to the edge of the grave.

my strength is dried up like a potsherd, and my tongue sticks to my jaws; you lay me in the dust of death.

My strength is dried up like baked clay; my tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth. You put me into the dust of death.

My strength is dried up like a piece of pottery, And my tongue clings to my jaws; And You lay me in the dust of death.

My strength is dried up like a potsherd, And My tongue clings to My jaws; You have brought Me to the dust of death.

My strength is dried up like a potsherd; And my tongue cleaveth to my jaws; And thou hast brought me into the dust of death.

My strength is dried up like baked clay; my tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth. You put me into the dust of death.

My strength is dried up like a potsherd; and my tongue cleaveth to my jaws; and thou hast brought me into the dust of death.

The roof of my mouth is as dry as a piece of pottery; my tongue sticks to my gums. You set me in the dust of death.

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.

Jesus knew that his mission was now finished, and to fulfill Scripture he said,“ I am thirsty.”

I will give him the honors of a victorious soldier, because he exposed himself to death. He was counted among the rebels. He bore the sins of many and interceded for rebels.

But instead, they give me poison for food; they offer me sour wine for my thirst.

I am exhausted from crying for help; my throat is parched. My eyes are swollen with weeping, waiting for my God to help me.

My heart beats wildly, my strength fails, and I am going blind.

When I refused to confess my sin, my body wasted away, and I groaned all day long.Day and night your hand of discipline was heavy on me. My strength evaporated like water in the summer heat. Interlude

I passed on to you what was most important and what had also been passed on to me. Christ died for our sins, just as the Scriptures said.

But if you turn away from them, they panic. When you take away their breath, they die and turn again to dust.

A cheerful heart is good medicine, but a broken spirit saps a person’s strength.

The highest officials of the city stood quietly, holding their tongues in respect.

Then Jesus shouted out again, and he released his spirit.

Many of those whose bodies lie dead and buried will rise up, some to everlasting life and some to shame and everlasting disgrace.

all life would cease, and humanity would turn again to dust.

Then Abraham spoke again.“ Since I have begun, let me speak further to my Lord, even though I am but dust and ashes.

Remember that you made me from dust— will you turn me back to dust so soon?

“ What will you gain if I die, if I sink into the grave? Can my dust praise you? Can it tell of your faithfulness?

By the sweat of your brow will you have food to eat until you return to the ground from which you were made. For you were made from dust, and to dust you will return.”

Why not just forgive my sin and take away my guilt? For soon I will lie down in the dust and die. When you look for me, I will be gone.”

The parched tongues of their little ones stick to the roofs of their mouths in thirst. The children cry for bread, but no one has any to give them.