13 Like hungry, roaring lionsthey open their mouths at me.
14 My strength is gone,like water poured out onto the ground,and my bones are out of joint.My heart is like wax;it has melted inside me.
15 My strength has dried up like a clay pot,and my tongue sticks to the top of my mouth.You laid me in the dust of death.
16 Evil people have surrounded me;like dogs they have trapped me.They have bitten my arms and legs.
17 I can count all my bones;people look and stare at me.
18 They divided my clothes among them,and they threw lots for my clothing.
19 But, Lord, don’t be far away.You are my strength; hurry to help me.