1 is dried up like a potsherd,
and my tongue sticks to my jaws;
you lay me in the dust of death.
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17I can count all my bones.
They stare and gloat over me;
18 from the power of the dog!
21 me.
22
in the midst of the congregation I will praise you:
23
but heard when I cried to him.
25 shall eat and be satisfied;
those who seek him shall praise the Lord.
May your hearts live forever!
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28 indeed, shall all who sleep in the earth bow down;
before him shall bow all who go down to the dust,
and I shall live for him.
30 proclaim his deliverance to a people yet unborn,
saying that he has done it.
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