Psa Žalmy, žalm Kniha žalmů, žalm 22
Patro mám suché22:16 rekonstruované znění (MT: Síla mi vyschla) jako střep,
jazyk mi přilnul k čelistem,
do prachu smrti srazils mě!Jhn 19:28
สดุดี 22:16 ในหลายฉบับแปล
เช็ก
BKR [22:15]
Jako voda rozplynul jsem se, a rozstoupily se všecky kosti mé, a srdce mé jako vosk rozpustilo se u prostřed vnitřností mých.
ไทย
ขจง. [22:15]
พละกำลังของข้าพเจ้าเหือดแห้งไปเหมือนหม้อดินแตก ลิ้นของข้าพเจ้าจุกอยู่ที่เพดานปาก ข้าแต่พระเจ้า พระองค์วางข้าพเจ้าไว้ในฝุ่นของหลุมศพ
อังกฤษ
KJV (66 books)
[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.
BSB
[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.
DRA [21:16]
My strength is dried up like a potsherd, and my tongue hath cleaved to my jaws: and thou hast brought me down into the dust of death.
FBV [22:15]
My strength has dried up like a piece of broken pottery. My tongue is stuck to the roof of my mouth. You're burying me as if I'm already dead.
GNV [22:15]
My strength is dryed vp like a potsheard, and my tongue cleaueth to my iawes, and thou hast brought me into the dust of death.
JPS [22:15]
My strength is dried up like a potsherd; and my tongue cleaveth to my throat; and Thou layest me in the dust of death.
NIV (US)
[22:15]
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.
NMV [22:15]
My strength is dried up like a potsherd (piece of broken pottery); and my tongue cleaves to my jaws; and youi have brought me into the dust of death.
OJB
My ko'ach is dried up like baked clay; and my leshon cleaveth to my jaws; and Thou layest me in the aphar mavet (dust of death).
T4T [22:15]
My strength is all dried up [MET] like a broken piece of a clay jar that has dried in the sun. I am so thirsty that my tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth. O God, I think that you are about to let me die and become dirt!
WEB (US)
[22:15]
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.