Psalms 22:15-20

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,

¹⁸They apportion my garments to themselves, And for my clothing they cause a lot to fall.

¹⁹And Thou, O Jehovah, be not far off, O my strength, to help me haste.

²⁰Deliver from the sword my soul, From the paw of a dog mine only one.