15 My strength is dried up like a potsherd,and my tongue cleaves to my jaws;and You have set me toward the dust of death.
16 For dogs have encompassed me;the assembly of the wicked has enclosed me;like a lion they pin my hands and my feet;
17 I can count all my bones;they look and stare on me.
18 They part my garments among themand cast lots for my clothes.
19 But do not be far from me, O Lord;O my Help, hasten to my aid.
20 Rescue my soul from the sword,my only life from the power of the dog.
21 Save me from the lion’s mouth,and from the horns of the wild ox, answer me!