My strength is dried up like pieces of broken pottery. My tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth. You lay me down in the dust of death.
Dogs have surrounded me. A mob has encircled me. They have pierced my hands and feet.
I can count all my bones. People stare. They gloat over me.
They divide my clothes among themselves. They throw dice for my clothing.
Do not be so far away, O LORD. Come quickly to help me, O my strength.
Rescue my soul from the sword, my life from vicious dogs.
Save me from the mouth of the lion and from the horns of wild oxen. You have answered me.
I will tell my people about your name. I will praise you within the congregation.
All who fear the LORD, praise him! All you descendants of Jacob, glorify him! Stand in awe of him, all you descendants of Israel.
The LORD has not despised or been disgusted with the plight of the oppressed one. He has not hidden his face from that person. The LORD heard when that oppressed person cried out to him for help.
My praise comes from you while I am among those assembled for worship. I will fulfill my vows in the presence of those who fear the LORD.