16 My strength has dried up like clay, and my tongue has adhered to my jaws. And you have pulled me down, into the dust of death.
17 For many dogs have surrounded me. The council of the malicious has besieged me. They have pierced my hands and feet.
18 They have numbered all my bones. And they have examined me and stared at me.
19 They divided my garments among them, and over my vestment, they cast lots.
20 But you, O Lord, do not take your help far from me; be attentive to my defense.
21 O God, rescue my soul from the spear, and my only one from the hand of the dog.
22 Save me from the mouth of the lion, and my humility from the horns of single-horned beast.