Ἐξηράνθη

Was Dried Up

ὡσεὶ

as if

like

ὄστρακον

potsherd

a potsherd

ἡ

the

ἰσχύς

strength

μου

my

of me

 

,

 

καὶ

and

ἡ

the

γλῶσσά

tongue

μου

my

of me

κεκόλληται

has been glued

τῷ

the

to the

λάρυγγί

throat

μου

my

of me

 

,

 

καὶ

and

εἰς

into

χοῦν

dust

θανάτου

of death

death

κατήγαγές

you brought down

με

me

 

.