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!