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15 My mouth has become dry like a piece of a broken pot.
    My tongue sticks to my mouth.
You have left me down in the dirt,
    as good as dead!

16 Wicked people are everywhere around me.
They are ready to attack me,
    like a group of wild dogs.
They tear apart my hands and my feet.
17 My body is so weak
    I can count all my bones.
My enemies look at me and they laugh.
    They are happy because I have pain.

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