16 My throat is dry like a broken vessel; my tongue is fixed to the roof of my mouth, and the dust of death is on my lips.
17 Dogs have come round me: I am shut in by the band of evil-doers; they made wounds in my hands and feet.
18 I am able to see all my bones; their looks are fixed on me:
19 They make a division of my robes among them, by the decision of chance they take my clothing.
20 Do not be far from me, O Lord: O my strength, come quickly to my help.
21 Make my soul safe from the sword, my life from the power of the dog.
22 Be my saviour from the lion's mouth; let me go free from the horns of the cruel oxen.
