¹⁵ My strength is dried up
    like a piece of broken pottery.
My tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth;
    you’ve set me down in the dirt of death.
¹⁶ Dogs surround me;
    a pack of evil people circle me like a lion—
    oh, my poor hands and feet!
¹⁷ I can count all my bones!
    Meanwhile, they just stare at me, watching me.