17 I may tell all my bones; they look and stare upon me:
18 They part my garments among them, and upon my vesture do they cast lots.
19 But be not thou far off, O Lord: O thou my succour, haste thee to help me.
20 Deliver my soul from the sword; my darling from the power of the dog;
21 Save me from the lion's mouth; yea, from the horns of the wild-oxen thou hast answered me.
22 I will declare thy name unto my brethren: in the midst of the congregation will I praise thee.
23 Ye that fear the Lord, praise him; all ye the seed of Jacob, glorify him; and stand in awe of him, all ye the seed of Israel.