Thomson(i)
14 I am poured out like water, and all my bones are torn asunder: my heart within me is melted like wax.
15 My strength is dried up like a potsherd, and my tongue cleaveth to my palate; thou hast indeed brought me to the dust of death.
16 Because many dogs have encompassed me, an assembly of wicked men have beset me; have pierced my hands and my feet;
17 have counted all my bones, and have stared and looked at me;
18 they have parted my garments among them, and for my vesture have cast lots;
19 Therefore, Lord, delay not thou my help, draw near to my assistance;
20 rescue my soul from the sword; this only begotten of mine from the paw of a dog.
21 Save me from the mouth of a lion, and this lowliness of mine from the unicorn's horns.