15. My strength is like a potsherd dry'd;my tongue it cleaveth fastUnto my jaws; and to the dustof death thou brought me hast.
16. For dogs have compass'd me about:the wicked, that did meetIn their assembly, me inclos'd;they pierc'd my hands and feet.
17. I all my bones may tell; they doupon me look and stare.
18. Upon my vesture lots they cast,and clothes among them share.