I have in a manner no more radical moisture left in me than is in a dry potsherd. My tongue eleaveth to my jaws, through that excessive thirst and drought. See 1 Thessalonians 19:20. Thou hast brought me into the dust of death; partly by thy providence delivering me into the power of mine enemies, and partly by thy terrors in my mind and soul.
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Psalms 22:15
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.