¹³ Like ·hungry [rending; ^Ltearing their prey], roaring lions
    they open their mouths at me.
¹⁴ My strength is gone,
    like water poured out onto the ground,
    and my bones are out of joint.
My heart is like wax [^Cweak, formless];
    it has melted inside me.
¹⁵ My strength has dried up like a ·clay pot [potsherd],
    and my tongue sticks to the top of my mouth.
    You laid me in the dust of death.