²⁵ My soul clings to the dust;
    revive me according to your word.^(A)

¹¹ For your name’s sake, O Lord, preserve my life.
    In your righteousness bring me out of trouble.^(A)

¹⁹ Many are the afflictions of the righteous,
    but the Lord rescues them from them all.^(A)

¹⁴ I am poured out like water,
    and all my bones are out of joint;
my heart is like wax;
    it is melted within my breast;^(A)
15 my mouth^[a] is dried up like a potsherd,
    and my tongue sticks to my jaws;
    you lay me in the dust of death.^(B)

¹⁶ For dogs are all around me;
    a company of evildoers encircles me;
they bound my hands and feet.^[b](C)
17 I can count all my bones.
They stare and gloat over me;
¹⁸ they divide my clothes among themselves,
    and for my clothing they cast lots.^(D)