14 My strength is gone, like water poured out on the ground. My bones have separated. My courage is gone.
15 My mouth is as dry as a piece of baked pottery. My tongue is sticking to the roof of my mouth. You have left me dying in the dust.
16 The “dogs” are all around me— a pack of evil people has trapped me. They have pierced my hands and feet.
17 I can see each one of my bones. My enemies are looking at me; they just keep staring.
18 They divide my clothes among themselves, and they throw lots for what I am wearing.
19 Lord, don’t leave me! You are my strength—hurry and help me!
20 Save me from the sword. Save my precious life from these dogs.