Webster(i)
16 (22:15)My strength is dried up like a potsherd; and my tongue cleaveth to my jaws; and thou hast brought me into the dust of death.
17 (22:16)For dogs have compassed me: the assembly of the wicked have inclosed me: they pierced my hands and my feet.
18 (22:17)I may number all my bones: they look and stare upon me.