15 My 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.
16 For dogs have surrounded me. A company of evil-doers have enclosed me. They pierced my hands and my feet.
17 I can count all of my bones. They look and stare at me.
18 They divide my garments among them. They cast lots for my clothing.
19 But don`t be far off, Yahweh. You are my help: hurry to help me.
20 Deliver my soul from the sword, My precious life from the power of the dog.
21 Save me from the lion`s mouth; Yes, from the horns of the wild oxen you have answered me.
