15 Like water my life drains away;all my bones are disjointed.My heart has become like wax,it melts away within me.
16 As dry as a potsherd is my throat;my tongue cleaves to my palate;you lay me in the dust of death.
17 Dogs surround me;a pack of evildoers closes in on me.They have pierced my hands and my feet
18 I can count all my bones.They stare at me and gloat;
19 they divide my garments among them;for my clothing they cast lots.
20 But you, Lord, do not stay far off;my strength, come quickly to help me.
21 Deliver my soul from the sword,my life from the grip of the dog.