New American Standard Bible
15 My (A)strength is dried up like a potsherd,
And (B)my tongue cleaves to my jaws;
And You (C)lay me [a]in the dust of death.
16 For (D)dogs have surrounded me;
[b]A band of evildoers has encompassed me;
[c]They (E)pierced my hands and my feet.
17 I can count all my bones.
(F)They look, they stare at me;