Psalms [Praises] 22:15-17

¹⁵My strength is dried up like a potsherd. My tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth. You have brought me into the dust of death.

¹⁶For dogs have surrounded me. A company of villains have enclosed me. They have pierced my hands and feet.

¹⁷I can count all of my bones. They look and stare at me.