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.

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.

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

My strength is dried up like a potsherd, and my tongue cleaveth to my palate; and thou hast laid me in the dust of death.