Psalms 22:15

Psalms 22:15. My strength is dried up like a potsherd; and my tongue cleaveth to my jaws;

Such was the intensity of his anguish that the fever within him turned his mouth into an oven, and his tongue was so dried up that it could scarcely stir.

Psalms 22:15. And thou hast brought me into the dust of death.

As if his whole body were prepared to go back into its primary elements. He feels in himself the sentence pronounced upon the first Adam, "Dust thou art, and unto dust shalt thou return,"