¹⁵ My mouth is dried up like a piece of broken pottery.
    My tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth.
    You bring me down to the edge of the grave.
¹⁶ A group of sinful people has closed in on me.
    They are all around me like a pack of dogs.
    They have pierced my hands and my feet.
¹⁷ Everyone can see all my bones right through my skin.
    People stare at me. They laugh when I suffer.