Ps.22.15

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.

Ps.22.15

I'm dry as a bone, my tongue black and swollen. They have laid me out for burial in the dirt.

Ps.22.15

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

Ps.22.15

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.