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.
¹⁸ They have taken my clothes,
    and they choose what they want for themselves.
They throw dice to decide who receives each piece.