Verse 15
I have in a manner no more radical moisture left in me than is in a dry potsherd.
My tongue eleaveth to my jaws, through that excessive thirst and drought. See John 19:20.
Thou hast brought me into the dust of death; partly by thy providence delivering me into the power of mine enemies, and partly by thy terrors in my mind and soul.
Be the first to react on this!