Psalms 22:15

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

Our Lord was parched with the fever brought on by the terrible anguish and strain upon the hands and feet, which are full of nerves and very tender. A slight wound of the thumb has brought on lockjaw, but what the wounds of the Saviour’s delicate and sensitive body must have been we cannot possibly tell: "My tongue cleaveth to my jaws."