Psalms 22:15-17

¹⁵Dried up as an earthen vessel is my power, And my tongue is cleaving to my jaws.

¹⁶And to the dust of death thou appointest me, For surrounded me have dogs, A company of evil doers have compassed me, Piercing my hands and my feet.

¹⁷I count all my bones — they look expectingly, They look upon me,