Psalms 22:14
I am poured out like water, and all my bones are out of joint: my heart is like wax; it is melted in the midst of my bowels.
Study Note
Study Note
The psalmist's suffering is expressed in graphic physical imagery: poured out like water, bones out of joint, heart melted like wax, strength dried like a potsherd. The intensity of the bodily description has led many commentators to see in this verse a description of crucifixion — the dislocation of bones, the loss of bodily fluid, and the extreme dehydration ('my tongue cleaves to my jaws,' v.15) all correspond to crucifixion's physiological effects. Jesus' quotation of Psalm 22:1 from the cross (Matthew 27:46) identifies him as the Sufferer of the entire psalm, making verse 14 part of the passion narrative in the deepest typological sense. The verse has shaped Christian meditation on Christ's suffering across every century.
Other Translations
I am poured out like water, And all my bones are out of joint: My heart is like wax; It is melted within me.
As waters I have been poured out, And separated themselves have all my bones, My heart hath been like wax, It is melted in the midst of my bowels.
I am flowing away like water, and all my bones are out of place: my heart is like wax, it has become soft in my body.
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