ORV
15. ମୋହର ବଳ ଖପରା ପରି ଶୁଷ୍କ ହୋଇଅଛି; ଆଉ, ମୋହର ଜିହ୍ଵା ତାଳୁରେ ଲାଗି ଯାଉଅଛି; ପୁଣି, ତୁମ୍ଭେ ମୋହର ମୃତ୍ୟୁର ଧୂଳିକି ଆଣିଅଛ ।

IRVOR
15. ମୋହର ବଳ ଖପରା ପରି ଶୁଷ୍କ ହୋଇଅଛି; ଆଉ, ମୋହର ଜିହ୍ୱା ତାଳୁରେ ଲାଗି ଯାଉଅଛି; ପୁଣି, ତୁମ୍ଭେ ମୋହର ମୃତ୍ୟୁୁର ଧୂଳିକି ଆଣିଅଛ।



KJV
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.

AMP
15. My strength is dried up like a fragment of clay pottery; [with thirst] my tongue cleaves to my jaws; and You have brought me into the dust of death. [John 19:28.]

KJVP

YLT
15. Dried up as an earthen vessel is my power, And my tongue is cleaving to my jaws.

ASV
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.

WEB
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.

NASB
15. Like water my life drains away; all my bones grow soft. My heart has become like wax, it melts away within me.

ESV
15. my strength is dried up like a potsherd, and my tongue sticks to my jaws; you lay me in the dust of death.

RV
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.

RSV
15. my strength is dried up like a potsherd, and my tongue cleaves to my jaws; thou dost lay me in the dust of death.

NKJV
15. My strength is dried up like a potsherd, And My tongue clings to My jaws; You have brought Me to the dust of death.

MKJV
15. My strength is dried up like a potsherd, and My tongue clings to My jaws;

AKJV
15. My strength is dried up like a potsherd; and my tongue sticks to my jaws; and you have brought me into the dust of death.

NRSV
15. my mouth is dried up like a potsherd, and my tongue sticks to my jaws; you lay me in the dust of death.

NIV
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.

NIRV
15. My strength is dried up like a piece of broken pottery. My tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth. You bring me down to the edge of the grave.

NLT
15. My strength has dried up like sunbaked clay. My tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth. You have laid me in the dust and left me for dead.

MSG

GNB

NET

ERVEN