Psa 22:14  My life is poured out like water, and all my bones are out of joint. My heart is like wax, melting within me.

Psa 22:15  My strength has dried up like sunbaked clay. My tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth. You have laid me in the dust and left me for dead.

Psa 22:16  My enemies surround me like a pack of dogs; an evil gang closes in on me. They have pierced my hands and feet.