Psalm 22:15-17

New International Version

¹⁵ My mouth^[a] is dried up like a potsherd,^(A)
    and my tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth;^(B)
    you lay me in the dust^(C) of death.

¹⁶ Dogs^(D) surround me,
    a pack of villains encircles me;
    they pierce^[b](E) my hands and my feet.
¹⁷ All my bones are on display;
    people stare^(F) and gloat over me.^(G)