15. My strength is dry like a potsherd, and my tongue is sticking to my jaws; and you have placed me in the dust of death.
16. Because dogs have surrounded me; a gang of evildoers has encircled me. Like the lion they are at my hands and my feet.
17. I can count all my bones; they gaze, they look at me.
18. They divide my garments among them, and for my clothing they cast lots.
19. But you, O Yahweh, do not remain distant. O my help, hasten to help me.