¹⁵ My mouth^[a] is dried up like a potsherd,^(A)
    and my tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth;^(B)
    you lay me in the dust^(C) of death.

²⁹ All the rich^(A) of the earth will feast and worship;^(B)
    all who go down to the dust^(C) will kneel before him—
    those who cannot keep themselves alive.^(D)