¹⁵ My strength is dried up like a potsherd.
    My tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth.
You have brought me into the dust of death.
¹⁶ For dogs have surrounded me.
    A company of evildoers have enclosed me.
    They have pierced my hands and feet.^[a]
17 I can count all of my bones.
They look and stare at me.