15 My strength is dried up like a potsherd,And My tongue clings to My jaws;You have brought Me to the dust of death.
16 For dogs have surrounded Me;The congregation of the wicked has enclosed Me.They pierced My hands and My feet;
17 I can count all My bones.They look and stare at Me.
18 They divide My garments among them,And for My clothing they cast lots.
19 But You, O Lord, do not be far from Me;O My Strength, hasten to help Me!
20 Deliver Me from the sword,My precious life from the power of the dog.
21 Save Me from the lion’s mouthAnd from the horns of the wild oxen!You have answered Me.