Psalm 21:16
Douay-Rheims
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.
George Leo Haydock
Jaws. So that he said, I thirst. (Berthier) (Worthington) — He would answer Pilate nothing in his own vindication. — Death. The region of blessed spirits, (St. Jerome) or into the grave, where other bodies turn to dust. (Calmet)
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1849 · Psalms 21:16
Imported from an open dataset — not yet checked against the printed edition.