Psalms 22:15-20

¹⁵My strength is dried up like a potsherd; And my tongue cleaveth to my jaws; And thou hast brought me into the dust of death.

¹⁶For dogs have compassed me: A company of evil-doers have inclosed me; They pierced my hands and my feet.

¹⁷I may count all my bones. They look and stare upon me;

¹⁸They part my garments among them, And upon my vesture do they cast lots.

¹⁹But be not thou far off, O Jehovah: O thou my succor, haste thee to help me.

²⁰Deliver my soul from the sword, My darling from the power of the dog.