Psalms 22:18

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.

For dogs have surrounded me.

A company of evildoers have enclosed me.

They have pierced my hands and feet.

I can count all of my bones.

They look and stare at me.

But don’t be far off, LORD.

You are my help. Hurry to help me!

Deliver my soul from the sword,

my precious life from the power of the dog.

Save me from the lion’s mouth!

Yes, you have rescued me from the horns of the wild oxen.