^{15 Ref} Dried up as an earthen vessel is my power, And my tongue is cleaving to my jaws.

^{16 Ref} And to the dust of death thou appointest me, For surrounded me have dogs, A company of evil doers have compassed me, Piercing my hands and my feet.

^{17 Ref} I count all my bones -- they look expectingly, They look upon me,