15. My strength is dried up like a potsherd, And my tongue cleaves to my jaws; And You lay me in the dust of death.
16. For dogs have surrounded me; A band of evildoers has encompassed me; They pierced my hands and my feet.
17. I can count all my bones. They look, they stare at me;
18. They divide my garments among them, And for my clothing they cast lots.
19. But You, O Lord, be not far off; O You my help, hasten to my assistance.
20. Deliver my soul from the sword, My only life from the power of the dog.
21. Save me from the lion's mouth; From the horns of the wild oxen You answer me.