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 sticks to the roof of my mouth; you lay me in the dust of death.

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.