15. My Strength is dried up like a potsherd; and my tongue cleaveth to my jaws; and thou hast brought me into the dust of death.
16. For dogs have compassed me: the assembly of evil-doers have enclosed me; they pierced my hands and my feet.
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.