18 I can count all my bones. They stare, they gape at me.
19 They divide my clothes among them, and cast lots for my garment.
20 But You, Adonai, be not far off! O my strength! Come quickly to my aid!
21 Deliver my soul from the sword— my only one from the power of the dog.
22 Save me from the lion’s mouth. From the horns of the wild oxen rescue me.
23 I will declare Your Name to my brothers. I will praise You amid the congregation.
24 You who fear Adonai, praise Him! All Jacob’s descendants, glorify Him! Revere Him, all you seed of Israel.