14. I have no more strengththan a few drops of water.All my bones are out of joint;my heart is like melted wax.
15. My strength has dried uplike a broken clay pot,and my tongue sticksto the roof of my mouth.You, God, have left meto die in the dust.
16. Brutal enemies attack melike a pack of dogs,tearing at my handsand my feet.
17. I can count all my bones,and my enemies just stareand sneer at me.
18. They took my clothesand gambled for them.