b'15 My strength is dried up like a potsherd, and my tongue cleaveth to my jaws, and thou hast brought me into the dust of death.16 For dogs have compassed me, and the assembly of the wicked have enclosed me: they pierced mine hands and my feet.17 I may tell all my bones: yet they behold, and look upon me.18 They part my garments among them, and cast lots upon my vesture.19 But be thou not far off, O Lord, my strength: hasten to help me.20 Deliver my soul from the sword: my desolate soul from the power of the dog.21 Save me from the lions mouth, and answer me in saving me from the horns of the unicorns.70'