I am poured out like water, and all My bones are out of joint;
My heart is like wax; it has melted within Me. My strength is dried up like a potsherd,
and My tongue clings to My jaws;
You have brought Me to the dust of death. For dogs have surrounded Me; the congregation of the wicked has enclosed Me.
They pierced My hands and My feet; I can count all My bones. They look and stare at Me.
They divide My garments among them, and for My clothing they cast lots.