15 My strength is dried up like a potsherd; and my tongue clings to my jaws; and you have brought me to the dust of death.
16 For dogs have compassed me: the assembly of the wicked have enclosed me: they pierced my hands and my feet.
17 I can count all my bones: they look and stare upon me.
18 They part my garments among them, and cast lots for my clothing.
19 But be not far from me, O LORD: O my strength, haste you to help me.
20 Deliver my soul from the sword; my life from the power of the dog.
21 Save me from the lion's mouth: for you have heard me from the horns of the wild oxen.