15. My strength is dried up like a potsherd; and my tongue cleaves to my jaws; and thou hast brought me into the dust of death.
16. For dogs have compassed me: the assembly of the wicked have inclosed me: they pierced my hands and my feet.
17. I may count all my bones: they look and stare upon me.
18. They part my garments among them and cast lots upon my vesture.