⁷ All they that see me laugh me to scorn:
They shoot out the lip, they shake the head, saying,
^8 [a]Commit thyself unto Jehovah; let him deliver him:
Let him rescue him, seeing he delighteth in him.

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:
A company of evil-doers have inclosed me;
^[a]They pierced my hands and my feet.
¹⁷ I may count all my bones.
They look and stare upon me;
¹⁸ They part my garments among them,
And upon my vesture do they cast lots.