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.
After this, knowing that everything had now been accomplished, and to fulfill the Scripture, Jesus said, “I am thirsty.”
I am weary from my crying; my throat is parched. My eyes fail, looking for my God.
They poisoned my food with gall and gave me vinegar to quench my thirst.
Therefore I will allot Him a portion with the great, and He will divide the spoils with the strong, because He has poure
When I kept silent, my bones became brittle from my groaning all day long.
When You hide Your face, they are terrified; when You take away their breath, they die and return to dust.
My heart pounds, my strength fails, and even the light of my eyes has faded.
For what I received I passed on to you as of first importance: that Christ died for our sins according to the Scriptures
The voices of the nobles were hushed, and their tongues stuck to the roofs of their mouths.
A joyful heart is good medicine, but a broken spirit dries up the bones.
When Jesus had cried out again in a loud voice, He yielded up His spirit.
“What gain is there in my bloodshed, in my descent to the Pit? Will the dust praise You? Will it proclaim Your faithfuln
The nursing infant’s tongue clings in thirst to the roof of his mouth. Little children beg for bread, but no one gives t
By the sweat of your brow you will eat your bread, until you return to the ground—because out of it were you taken. For
Please remember that You molded me like clay. Would You now return me to dust?
And many who sleep in the dust of the earth will awake, some to everlasting life, but others to shame and everlasting co
all flesh would perish together and mankind would return to the dust.
Then Abraham answered, “Now that I have ventured to speak to the Lord—though I am but dust and ashes—
Why do You not pardon my transgression and take away my iniquity? For soon I will lie down in the dust; You will seek me